At Gate C27 a Cocky Marine Ridiculed My Army Rank, Right Before a General Showed Up
“General Vance’s aide carried them down from high command yesterday at seventeen hundred.”
“High command changed my travel itinerary?” I asked.
“Yes, ma’am.
They told us specifically not to put our post stamp on them.”
“Why was I booked on a connection through Atlanta instead of the direct admin charter?” I asked.
“The general’s office handled the routing manifest themselves,” Sergeant Miller said, sounding hesitant.
“They told us your paperwork already had the only seal you’d need.”
“Did they leave any note about the uniform requirement?” I asked.