There were a few events this week that ruffled my feathers when it comes to personal accountability. Granted, maybe after 20 years of service I've become like one of those 'crusty chiefs' I was scared by as an Airman Basic. But I actually believe I changed during my deployment when I witnessed America's war fallen arriving at Dover in cases and leaving in caskets. Duty like that makes you question why you joined the service; it makes you question if you want to continue. I do. During this self-reflection I've begun to 're-blue' myself. I owe it to my country, my family and my Airmen to be the best I can be in all areas.
I've always done what I'm told. Military life was probably the right choice for me, because while I sometimes question decisions, I obey orders. "Do your PME. Get an advanced degree. Wear your uniform with pride. Pass your PT test." Check, check, check and check. I always knew the consequences of not doing what I was told or what was expected would land squarely on my shoulders. I never wanted to, nor do I now, want to test the system to see if the rules don't apply to me. I'm frustrated by those who think this way, or display this lack of personal accountability. Fitness isn't easy for me, but I work at it everyday. I get up ridiculously early to ensure I get a workout. I find time during the day to do an extra minute here or there. I try to stay away from the candy jar when I know I should (this one is very tough). I'm doing my best and at the end of the day I feel good knowing that I lived up to my own expectations and that those who have entrusted this sacred job to me can rest easy at night knowing that I'm accountable. They are safe because we do what is right.
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