Several weeks ago we got the call to jump in the Med chasing after some pirates. Consolidating forces from four different countries to consolidated into a trio of airplanes to Junp boats and dudes into the middle of 10' seas with 21-15 gusting mph winds is a treat in and of itself. But the time we jumped, it was pitch black.
Each grind survives the jump, seeing is was pitch black by the time we left the aircraft. Recovering everyone safe and and sound, somehow we Managed to link up with the parties involved and complete the mission.
Sadly in hindsight, it occurred me I am no longer physically able to continue. I hung my Armor, racked my rifle, cleared and safed my pistol, and had to say time for me to walk away from 22 years in the field. I'll still have some time to get my shit together and ride a desk before they let me retire.
But ultimately, I have lost faith in my ability to execute the mission. Or commander's intent. I won't hazard my guys do to my ego.
With a heavy heart, I am standing down from my position leading men into the mix anymore.
I'm sure I'll find purpose and meaning. Most important of which, spending some time with my family.
Those who know me have my contact info and I'm always happy to help.
Until that day then.
Until that day.