Afghanistan-A-Go-Go

A Reservist's Tale Of A Tour

Home For A Long Spell

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Friday was as low-load as expected. In fact, the only timing I had for the whole day was a briefing at 1300, our Rules of Engagement. We couldn’t get a large enough room to brief the entire camp at once, so we settled into the CO’s Conference Room with all the leaders who are now charged to brief their subordinates on the ROEs for the mission. These are the products of lots of staff work by the JAG to ensure that the rules about when we can use force, and what type of force, are appropriate for the mission, for our values, and reflect well on us. ROEs are secret, but suffice it to say that I’m quite satisfied that they’re very thorough and suitably robust. Our boss was in town for a couple of days to get the brief done, as he hasn’t yet been released from the current job. I like the guy, he seems to have a great sense of humour, and I think he’ll be good to work for. While we’d never met previously, as is commonly the case in the Army, we have lots of mutual friends.

I found myself sitting around the office afterward with nothing to do, so I went back to my room and finished cleaning and packing. All my green uniforms are going to get packed away here as I don’t need them anymore, and I brought home what I’ll need for the leave period, leaving a lot up there.

This morning (after a welcome period of sleeping in) I breezed into the office here in Halifax to turn in my travel claims, and talk to the powers that be about leave, because we found a really nice last minute five-star trip to Cuba leaving on Tuesday. Unfortunately, it looks like I can’t do it, because I don’t have enough leave days, which is frustrating because I’ll just be sitting around during embarkation leave with nothing to do, and this is the only time the wife has off… There’s one angle I can try which I’m going to check out tomorrow, but I’m not particularly optimistic, unfortunately.

Tomorrow is the Men’s Christmas Dinner, and a Regimental Sports Day for my home unit. The Men’s Dinner is a long-standing tradition in the Canadian Army (note, we use the word “Men’s” still out of tradition but it is of course the “soldiers'”, because we do have female soldiers after all. The dinner starts with a parade where the youngest soldier is promoted to Commanding Officer for the dinner, and the oldest Corporal is promoted to Regimental Sergeant Major. They then get to sit at the head table. The dinner itself is served by the Officers (who also do the dishes), and wine is poured by the NCOs. It’s an important role reversal, and it’s something that no one misses unless they absolutely have to.

Written by Nick

December 9, 2011 at 8:10 pm

Posted in Musings On Army Life

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  1. BACCHANALIA!

    lostmuskrat

    December 20, 2011 at 6:26 pm


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