Effective 1 September, I got promoted to Major. I pinned on Friday, after Mom and Dad made it into Phoenix Thursday night. It was a small ceremony, given that it was a training holiday, but even so I had a bunch of folks from work show up:
There is seriously no way I could have made it to where I am without people like this to work with. ‘Potential to serve in the higher grade’ should really read “potential to not annoy the people that work for/with you”, because any good officer has a myriad of people who have helped / pushed / dragged them to where they are. To all of you who came, and all of you out there possibly reading this: You know who you are. You have my most humble thanks for helping me to suck less. You have all pushed me a long, long way.
I was really glad Kelly, Mom, and Dad could all be there. LTC Fisher was gracious enough to say a few words, and as always, I hope I can uphold the standard as a freshly minted field-grade officer.
Attention to orders:
Kelly and mom did my shoulderboards, and dad pinned my beret:
I hope I can keep making them proud.
The first thing I did as a Major was promptly end up at a loss for words, which those of you who read this know is nigh-on impossible.
Here are the words I should have had, and will continue to have for all of the people who helped me get here: Thank you.
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