The touching letter I recently received from a grateful father has made waves. It made it's way to my boss and her bosses, the Director of the hospital and the deputy directors.
Being relatively new in this hospital, this is good for my reputation, to say the least.
In other news:
I just returned from reserve duty. The medical unit that I command had a training excercise. This is a small very close knit unit. We usually organize a festive meal at the end of the excercise. This is of course against army regulations because only army cooks are allowed to cook and feed the army. (Actually, much of the cooking has been outsourced to caterers. Don't get too excited, it's still army food!).
One of the officers on the base made a point of reciting the regulation, but, if we cook off base then he can't do anything. We were under the impression that we were off of the base because we were, in fact, outside the perimeter fence. But it turns out that there was a second fence. We of course completely ignored the regulation. One of my soldiers is an excellent cook, and he was cooking up a storm in a huge cast iron pot. He made us some "plov":
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Nothing will come between the medical corps and its plov!
Close to midnight, as we were about to dig into the enormous portions, the officer again contacted us, this time to order us to disperse because we couldn't be off base with the vehicles after midnight.
Wait a minute, when we were cooking, we were on the base. When we were eating we were off the base. The thing is, we hadn't moved in 4 hours.
This reminds me of the famous maxim: "There's the right way, there's the wrong way, and there's the army way.