I miss some people, and I miss some as much as possible….
I had major adjustment issues when I retired from the military. The pace, the excitement, challenges, sense of accomplishment, pride, energy, the list goes on and on.
I also thought I missed EVERYONE I served with.
As time passed, I started to lower the “filters” I had in place, and started to see some former co-workers for what they really were. I myself am not perfect, but compared
to the crap some of these people pulled, I’m a saint. I started a Facebook Alumni page when I retired and that put me in the center seat to hear all the gossip (which was confirmed by several people)
about the actions of the various members. I also saw how certain members promoted within their circles. Regardless if the person deserved it or not.
At my age, I don’t have to play nice, forgive, or forget. One member has a thick file of wrongs he dished out and left a wake of disarray and terrible consequences for the innocent.
He had a gambling addiction, kept a “girlfriend” at his house overseas, left his wife with huge debt, promoted buddies in the unit, scammed several people both stateside and overseas…and yet still got a job working
for the government. (He should have been a politician) Another one started asking me if I was “Woke” through online messages, warning me about the end of the county, civilization, a civil war that will be happening soon…
and I asked him to stop sending me that crap. He couldn’t help himself. So I dropped and blocked him. Several dumped their wives when they retired. Literally dumped them.
Again, I am not perfect, but I worked through my issues, remained married, got help for anything that potentially affecting those close to me.
There were some people I really wanted to see, but the jerk-offs outnumbered them. So I held off going. I also do not like social events anymore.
I accept that. I try, but sometimes, I can’t. I also hate crowds like some Veterans do. And noisy crowds are the worst.
I will stay connected with those from afar and online, maybe grabbing a beer with individuals instead of the group.
I slept better not going, it still bothered me to see what those people really were behind their facades.
This weekend, I realized it was the mission that I missed and only the “theory of my unit.” Not most of the individuals.
That was my adjustment issue. I missed that world. That version of myself.