Yesterday we went up to Selfridge for a BX/PX and Commissary run. I love being back on base. I love the way the security dude says "Thank you Master Sergeant" after checking MuNKi's ID, allowing us to roll onward into a different world. I love the feeling of safety, of not having to worry about whether someone's going to vandalize our car simply because we have a DoD decal. I love the airplanes, the people, the way that everyone is so courteous. I love the esprit de corps and the feeling of belonging. I love that private little world, fenced off and guarded from the craziness outside, and I love being able to launch my boy into the bathroom without worrying that he'll be attacked by some random maniac.
I love the prices at the commissary, the BX/PX and the Class Six store. ^_^
I have to say that I also love that MuNKi is retired, and that I no longer have to worry about him being sent who-knows-where. And although I miss the good part about working on airplanes and being on the flightline -- standing at the end of the runway with nothing but 2 other crewmembers and the sound of the blowing wind, watching the snow snakes slither across the pavement and seeing the planes come looming out of the blowing snow like ghosts, or feeling the hot blast of the engine's air as a plane taxis out of my spot after preflight -- I don't miss the blasting icy wind in my face freezing my cheeks and blowing the tears out of my stinging eyes as I wait for a plane to arrive for postflight inspection, or trying to get one of the unwieldy gas-powered heaters fired up so I can thaw the hinges on a frozen ladder door and close it so the plane can take off. I don't miss banging on a big wrench with my frozen hand, trying to loosen the lug nut on a sway brace, or those mind-numbingly boring social-whatever classes. And I am thankful to all those who do these things now; for what they go through physically and mentally, for the many sacrifices they make from monetary ones to time with family to, for some, their lives.