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Sometimes I feel like some kind of low-key Forrest Gump character, but not the main character. Just some extra that somehow managing to be near the scene when something happened. After a while it starts to form a kind of pattern. My problem is that I don't generally talk about myself because frankly, beside being constrained by a metric shit-ton of NDA's I've signed over the years, I just don't think of myself or the things I've done as being all that interesting. The people whose opinions I value were all there with me anyway, and these days it's very difficult to get into any of the details of anything without doxxing myself. Or having some assclown call me a liar and demand forms of proof that I have no inclination to provide. Don't need the hassle.

I have had the great good fortune to have been blessed with serving with some of the finest people I could ever hope to know, doing some of the best work I have ever seen. And any pride that I may feel is only in that I was able to hold up my end of the log in such company.

I realized once that I had personally known 6 MOH awardees. I mean like on a regular daily basis. Most people couldn't even name one, even if they had a gun to their head. Hell, one of them had been one of my 18X-Ray students in the SFQC. The cool thing about hanging out with cool kids and rock stars all the time is the reflected lime-light. Every once in a while somebody mistakes you for a rock star too. The downside is that it's harder to shine in a bag full of diamonds.