Bye Bye Blues
Well, above we have my last ever set of blues, before I put them on this morning to go to work – that’s it as far as wearing an RAF uniform goes – today was my actual last day in work, now I’m off on Resettlement leave, to prepare myself for Civvy Street. It was a strange day, most of my kit has already been handed in, so just todays uniform left in my wardrobe. Today was pretty much just all about clearing my office, tying up any loose ends, sticking my “Out of Office” on my emails, lunch out with my guys and then a goodbye chat with the boss.
I didn’t get quite as emotional as I thought I might, the tears only welled up a bit when I opened the card that they’d got me, and all the lovely comments from so many people. And above everything else it’s the people I’m going to miss the most. I’ve made some amazing friends over my time, and will be sad to leave the family feel of being in the RAF, and Armed Forces as a whole. I’m glad that military friends being what they are, that I know they will always be there for me, whenever I want a chat, or to get some light-hearted banter/verbal abuse, and already I’ve got a support network of other RAF photographers who have gone on to bigger, better things and made a success of it.
A few years ago there was an email going round about the differences between military and civilian friends – I think this might be an appropriate time to post it!
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Get upset if you are too busy to talk to them for a week.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Are glad to see you after many years; and will happily carry on the same conversation you were having last time you met.
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr and Mrs.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Call your parents Mum and Dad.
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and then tell you what you did was wrong.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you saying, ‘Mate…we stuffed up …but wasn’ t that fun!’
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Cry with you.
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it is yours.
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Could write a book with a shed full of direct quotes from you.
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will kick the backsides of whole crowds that left you behind.
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, ‘I’m home, do you want a beer!’
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Share a few experiences.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Share a lifetime of experiences no civilian could ever dream of.
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you’ve had enough.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say, ‘You had better drink the rest of that, you know we never waste it. Then they carry you home and put you safely to bed.
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will talk crap to the person who talks crap about you.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will knock the crap out of people who use your name in vain.
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Know where you buried the body
MILITARY FRIENDS: Helped you bury the body
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will call you “mate” as a term of endearment
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will call you “Fecking Cnut” “******” “Tosser” as a term of endearment
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Are for a while.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Are for life.