RowanMegaera
June 22nd, 2005, 11:22 PM
Okay! So tonight I actually managed to stun my husband into silence with my poor knowledge of all things military...
So, we're driving on base after his softball game and we drive by an administrative building and the flag was still out, at 9:45pm. My husband makes a comment to the effect that the guys in charge of such things were lazy. I immediately pipe up with, "Well, good grief, isn't there a specific guy whose job it is to raise and lower the flags at the appropriate times?" (envision the curious look I am getting across the darkened interior of the car) I continue with, "Doesn't he even have a reserved parking space in front of the commissary and exchange and everywhere?"
SILENCE
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More Silence
Immediately followed by hysterical laughter... now if you have never met my husband, picture a hyena on nitrous oxide...
he then proceeds to inform me that a "Flag Officer" is an Admiral or other high ranking official who, by virtue of his rank, merits his own flag of some sort.
I break down into my own peals of hysterical laughter, trying to explain to him my previous logic, having had thoughts of "flag emergencies" necessitating the immediate attention to the flag which would explain the reserved parking spot. I had to pull over until the tears stopped rolling down my face.
Thank you, and good night
So, we're driving on base after his softball game and we drive by an administrative building and the flag was still out, at 9:45pm. My husband makes a comment to the effect that the guys in charge of such things were lazy. I immediately pipe up with, "Well, good grief, isn't there a specific guy whose job it is to raise and lower the flags at the appropriate times?" (envision the curious look I am getting across the darkened interior of the car) I continue with, "Doesn't he even have a reserved parking space in front of the commissary and exchange and everywhere?"
SILENCE
.
.
.
More Silence
Immediately followed by hysterical laughter... now if you have never met my husband, picture a hyena on nitrous oxide...
he then proceeds to inform me that a "Flag Officer" is an Admiral or other high ranking official who, by virtue of his rank, merits his own flag of some sort.
I break down into my own peals of hysterical laughter, trying to explain to him my previous logic, having had thoughts of "flag emergencies" necessitating the immediate attention to the flag which would explain the reserved parking spot. I had to pull over until the tears stopped rolling down my face.
Thank you, and good night