And so I feel that I am a bit of a nerd. Well, not a nerd, I'm not sure if there is a name for this, but I am very much into this show on the History Channel called Dogfights. It's about the fighter planes and jets since the beginning of fighter aircraft used in combat, so from World War I up to Operation Desert Storm. They recreate the battles between American and enemy aircraft using 3D animation, break down the tactics and strategies used by the pilots, cover the specs of the different aircraft (speed, maneuverability, armament, etc. ), and feature interviews with the pilots. I find it all very fascinating, as I am wont to find things such as the history of war, military strategy, and the like.
What do you call someone with these interests? I'm not sure "military brat" fits, even though my daddy was in the Air Force.
Whatever it is, I may be taking it too far. I was playing ships and sailors with the kiddies in the gym at camp, and as captain, it is my job to give them orders. I call out "ships" and they run to the right wall, "sailors" sends them running left, "hole in the boat" and they run to the middle of the floor, and so on and so forth. When I say "captain's coming," they should snap to attention and say, "Sir, yes sir!" and stay in that position until I give them leave to move. Most of them do so, but some allow their arms to slack a little or they start giggling and whispering to their friends. I walk up and down the rows inspecting them, calling them out for doing something wrong. I get all up in their faces and yell and throw out phrases like, "I will not tolerate this insubordination on my ship!" and, "Walk the plank!" I was filling the role of captain quite enthusiastically.
I haven't a clue from whence this sudden militaristic inclination hails, but I'm sure my daddy would be proud.
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