The grey line

The Grey line.

Col. Bridgeton knows an order when he hears one.

Seated in a secluded section of the the bleachers, he and General Phalleck attend the Army Navy football game. The General hasn’t come to watch the action on the field. He’s hauling a bucket full of political bullshit. Bridgeton is now in knee deep as well…

Back in the day, Bridgeton and the General were classmates. Cadets, class of 1918. Bridgeton always had the better grades. The General… well lets just say he always had the better luck.

Bridgeton notices a fleeting shaft of sunlight as it catches the 4 stars on Phalleck’s lapel…

The General is “suggesting” that Bridgeton give up his teaching post at the war college, move to D.C., and babysit some greenhorn congressman who’s going be appointed to some “do-nothing” oversight position.

“Inspector General for Military Preparedness”
Bridgeton’s confident the congressman’s completely unqualified to inspect anything military, except maybe the latrine.

At least the General assures him that this will only be temporary…
less than a year… Bridgeton has heard those kinds of promises before.

It has started to snow, a little early for this time of year.
The final gun sounds. Navy 12 Army 6.
Well, there’s always next year.