At my younger sister's wedding, my mother mocked my dress uniform in front of 200 guests and called me a "lowly soldier

I read that schedule at about twenty past three on a Monday afternoon.

And I knew, by about twenty-five past, that I had to declare it. That is not hindsight. There is a form. I have filled it in before, in 2023, over a cousin.

It takes eleven minutes.

And I did not do it on the Monday, and I did not do it on the Tuesday, and on the Wednesday the letter went out to the company and I knew that too.

Seven days.

And when the colonel asked me in the November why I had not declared it on the thirteenth, I gave her an answer about workload that was not true, and she let me have it, and then she asked me again in the January and I told her the real one.

Which is that the moment I declared it, it stopped being mine.

Somebody else would have handled it. The group would have managed the conflict in about a day and I would have gone back to my work and my sister would have married a man on the eighteenth of October knowing nothing, and I would have known, and there would have been nothing I could do.

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