Saturday was my first battle assembly with the reserve unit I've signed into. I stay busy, and allowed myself to be distracted with trivialities (you know, school, school, friends, and evil students) until the last minute- when I realized that, with my stuff spread over three locations, I didn't have a cover (headgear, for you non-mil types), unit patch or rank! Not exactly the way I want a new unit to meet me.
Saturday morning was colder than I'd expected, which meant an extra few minutes cleaning ice off the Furious Bumblebee's windshield. I buzzed to the unit, hoping I wouldn't add tardiness to my list of the morning's transgressions. I hit the parking lot going considerably faster than prudent, and whipped around a couple of soldiers. As I passed them, I realized one was...the command sergeant major. Oh, no.
I piled out of my car and introduced myself and my "challenges" to another Spec-4 I saw, and then the Sergeant Major arrived. Gulp. He calmly told me safety was a priority in his unit, and advised that running over the sergeant major would not be a good introduction.
My new Spec-4 buddy loaned me a beret, so I only looked partially jacked up when I got in formation. The first sergeant asked new soldiers to raise their hands, and then posted me in front of the formation after I sheepishly raised my hand. Ah, man.
Anyway, it got better from there. It pretty much had to.