Mah Brutha Beef - A retirement speech of a Naval Aviator Reservist
Beef and I served together at the Super Sh!t Hot World Famous Golden Dragons, back in the day. Department heads, like. A good feller. Hard in the trenches, whether that was in a no-fly zone getting plinked at, or on the playing fields of Hong Kong and Singapore.
Someone finally got around to sending me his change of command speech. I wish I could have been there. It’s ret good:
Two days ago I closed out my career as a Naval Aviator. The realization is just now starting to hit me as I’m sure it will the rest of you some day.
What follows are my remarks at my farewell dinner. Several of the guys in my squadron had asked me for a copy of what I had written and because it had been jotted down on the back of a cocktail napkin in my weird-assed hand writing and because these things came from my heart, I debated for a while whether or not to do write it down, but the response from all the guys and their wives was so humbling and overwhelming, thought……why not.