Corporal Jones's Last Parade Night
So. The big day arrived...and the girl who swore she wouldn't cry, cried. Mom said I looked like Rudolf at the end. I managed to get through final, and would've done it all. But my two dearest friends there, my adopted brother and sister, Cadets Mike H and Shannon Y, hugged and held me at the end, not letting me go. Mikey looked as troubled as a guy can look without bursting into tears. And as I held them both, my eyes trickled. :P :) As I'm still attending occasional weekend events, I'm likely to see most of the others again - until the end of the year. Mike rarely attends weekend events, and since my college days have swapped, we won't be meeting at college any more. So my little brother and little sister walk out of my life... And what is the most ironic thing is that this is precisely one year, minus two days, since ex Sgt Andy B walked out of the Squadron. I am leaving precisely one year after the last of the Bs...the old CO's son...the CO who I supported t...