living in fatigues while serving with the Army in Iraq: Well HELLO Capt. hey-hey, good lookin’
on 01/30/2008 at 12:57 PM
I hate makeover shows. I think that at least half those outfits are loathsome. The baby doll thing has all the sex appeal of a mud cover rhinoceros. The foliage print dress fabric would look tacky even on the patio furniture it was stolen from. And the 60s print tunic looked awful when Shirley Jones first wore it on The Partridge Family. But I guess all of it looks more flattering than BDUs. But I will say that the Capitan has lovely hair and a nice face. A few too many biscuits for my taste.
But if you want to play International One-Up on women in uniform ... could be fun ... game on!
I’d also mention Nicole Mitchell, who presents for The Weather Channel these days. She was in the Air National Guard and served as Part of Operation Enduring Freedom. Her looks are not everyone’s cup of tea, but I find her quite impressive at 6am.
But we’ll both be in trouble when the IDF weighs in.
My last command when I was in the Navy was a shore maintenance facility. Temporary duty awaiting medical discharge for a bad left knee. They had no place for me, so they put me in the mailroom. Rather lucky actually, as up until then they had never had anyone there with even the slightest clue as to classified materials security. As a tactical mainframe computer tech, I was the only person ever to hit that mailroom who’d ever had higher than a confidential clearance. Thus, I ended up being the guy who opened anything where the destination within the command was uncertain. The CMS Officer already regarded me as a gift from the gods because when something classified was improperly sent, once discovered it did not leave my sight nor get out of my arm’s reach until it was delivered to him.
Anyway, shortly after I got there we got a new XO. Good looking woman in her 40s, salt and pepper hair, strong featured but not ugly by any stretch. And, being in the mailroom, I delivered her mail every day along with many other peoples, and made a point to be polite and respectful but at the same time saw no reason not to be friendly. I was enlisted, she was officer, so of course it was never anything more than friendly, but we got along.
And then one day her “chain of command” photos showed up in the mail. Now you must understand, EVERYTHING came addressed to “Commanding Officer, SIMA Mayport”. If it went farther, it *should* also have, “Attn:_____________”. If not, I had to open it and see where it went, which was how I got to know the CMS Officer. But of course, little of the stuff addressed to “Commanding Officer” was actually any of the Skipper’s concern.
Anyway, one day I’m opening the ‘Commanding Officer’ mail and here are the pictures of the XO. Standard fitrep/eval/chain of command photos, but.... damn that was a strikingly handsome woman. I had 20 minutes before I left for the day on Friday, I would be mustered out of the Navy within a week… I just had to.
So I walk down to the XO’s office, package in hand, as I had done many times before when I had something of questionable destination I needed her opinion on. I stood at her open door without knocking, letting her come to a stopping place in her paperwork.“Yes?”
“Mam, another doubtful addressee that I don’t know where to send them. I appreciate the Navy sending me pictures of deliciously beautiful women, but I suspect this is not just meant to be a pinup on the mailroom wall.” This delivered with a perfectly straight face as I showed her the chain of command photo of herself.The play of expression across her face was priceless. You could see her sense of duty telling her that she *should be* outraged and nuke me where I stood. You could also see the forces of flattery and good humor slowly but inexorably carrying the day. Yes, it was a risk, and perhaps a foolish one. I thought it was worth it, and still do.
“You can leave them with me, I’ll take care of them. You’re free to take off for the weekend.... smartass.”
“Thank you mam. Have a good weekend.”
“You too..... smartass.”I guess the bottom line is that it’s nice to know it’s at least *possible* for someone to be one helluva soldier that we’re all proud of.... and yet still be a yummy lil thang.
Best conclusion GoF. Good thinking, that man.
I wasn’t impressed by the clothes, but I never am impressed by the fashion sense of anyone who makes their living from fashion.
01/30/2008 at 03:41 PM
