What’s the true sign that spring has sprung? No, it’s not the crocuses, the bunnies, or the pussy willows. I know spring is here, because I just shaved my knees. You might be thinking, “Well, that’s an inappropriate way to start a column.” Stick with me – you’ll soon realize that news of my recent…
It’s the little things: Why community is critical to warfighting
As I waited in line at the commissary, I perused the military newspapers in the rack — Hmm, so the Air Force is allowing beards now, hu? “Do you have any coupons, my dear?” the mocha-skinned commissary cashier interrupted my reading with her thick Rhode Island accent that I’d come to recognize so well. I…