Anyway, I flew in uniform which may or may not be the right thing to do, but I haven't asked and no one told me I shouldn't do it. The practical advantages are obvious. We flew from Philadelphia. My wife, my sons and I were whisked past the waiting line for the security checks to the scanners.
On the first flight, I was seated next to a master sergeant going to annual training. He said when he was going to wear the uniform on the return flight. He enlisted in 1977, five years after I did, but long enough back in history that he ate C-rations for years. We both agreed that people who complain about MREs should have to eat C-rations.
There were a few open seats on the first flight, but the flight from Chicago to Jackson Hole was overbooked and I was the only one with a seat assignment. We all got seats, but in different parts of the plane. The boys sat together and got a 12-year-old girl as the third person on the row. The three of them had a great trip. My wife got a seat alone where she could read.
A few minutes after take-off on the trip to Jackson Hole, the flight attendant asked me why I didn't want to sit in first class. I told her no one asked me. So she moved me up to the front of the plane. I had already eaten so when they served the first class lunch, I brought the sandwich back to the boys. They can always eat a second lunch.
In 22 months I will be a civilian again unless I get some kind of waiver to stay longer. No more flying in uniform after that.
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