It’s Sunday morning and while most everyone I know is still sleeping or maybe has yet to go to sleep from a late night, I wake up at 6 in the morning shave my face and put on my uniform. Not just any uniform, not a firehouse subs shirt or a Malnove uniform but a USAF ABU uniform, pack my lunch and dinner because I’ll be at work all day and night and go to work. This isn’t a complaint but a joy. Having worn all of these uniforms at some point this by far makes me the most proud. I work for the USAF as a firefighter. And I love this job.
Too dang cold