I am admittedly a fossil from another age. As a retired Sailor, I am forced to recognize that I may well be past not only my usefulness, but my relevance as well. I must continually remind myself that clinging to old ideas may be comfortable but not always practical. Yet I am haunted by something from the past and cannot help but wonder if it may be time for the resurrection of an old idea, one that may have been abandoned as an act of temporal expedience rather than sound and lasting judgment.
As world events transpire these days, I watch from the comfort of an armchair rather than the bridge of a ship, and I know that, short of another terrorist attack such as 9/11, these happenings will have little or no direct effect on me. I no longer have to leave my family for long deployments or go to the jungles of Southeast Asia to face unknown dangers. Being human, I am tempted to sit back and say, "I did my time; now it's someone else's turn."