So I'll leave the travel tales (Lantern Festival this weekend- could make for some good stories) and stick to militaryness for the moment. While adjusting to military wifery life has been a process, one of the things that still strikes me as bizzare is the salute.
From wikihow.com
If you were playing charades and trying to get someone to guess "military" or any derivation thereof, most likely you would salute. While that's about all I knew before marrying into the service, more has become apparent as I've spent time on various installations. For one, the distinction between enlisted service members (soldiers, sailors, guardsmen, airmen) and officers is that usually that officers have gone to college and completed an officer training camp/school. One thing that continues to blow my mind is that the highest ranking enlisted soldier will hypothetically never outrank even the officer who just graduated and joined last month. And when it comes to saluting, the lower-ranking person must always (when appropriate) salute the higher-ranking person, or be viewed as a terribly disrespectful and possibly even insubordinate soldier/sailor/airmen/guardsmen. (Man, those generic terms are gender-unfriendly)
My hubs is a lawyer therefore an officer, and during his training many of his trainers were enlisted members who would both get in his face during the daily 6 mile run and still call him "sir." What a weird parallel universe. I really respect that my hubs (and many others I've met) stay humble to folks who have been in service longer than him regardless of enlisted/officer status. However, military-wide the salute remains to remind of rank regardless of experience, job performance or anything else.
Our first week on base I nearly giggled when a passing soldier saluted my husband as we walked to lunch together. This became a problem, as most people were in uniform (in civilian clothes you normally don't have to salute) and everyone we passed either saluted him (lower ranking) or he had to salute (higher ranking). As unobtrusive as the guy I married is, it was hilarious to me that every few seconds we had to stop our conversation for this rather archaic uber-masculine gesture of demonstrating pecking order.

It is most unfortunate that this very serious sign of solidarity and respect still makes me giggle, but I'm coming to respect it more. Although stories of junior officers demanding of more experienced enlisted soldiers, "Are we not saluting officers today?" make my skin crawl, I'm even coming to find it normal. It's like a wave from passing bus drivers, a bow in Asian culture- it's a sign of acknowledgment and support, even if it does venture on an insiders-club secret handshake. And the good news is that unless I get a crazy streak and decide to join up, I'll never have to.
Vocab of the day:
Korean: 인사 (een-sah)= salute *All translations courtesy of BabelFish. I also blame them for funny/horrifying/wonderful mistranslations=)
Military: SALUTE (not the gesture, but an acronym)= Size, Activity, Location, Unit, Time and Equipment.
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