This afternoon I braved the Commissary -- shortly after payday and just before a major holiday. Perhaps not one of my brightest moments.
I left the Commissary with two carts of groceries and tipped the bagger who had painstakingly arranged all of my bags in the back of my van. I looked at the clock. 4:55.
It only takes about a minute to get from the Commissary to the nearest gate. I had intended to go out the gate on the other side of the base because it's just a bit quicker to get home. That other gate is roughly five minutes from the Commissary.
At 5:00, all traffic will completely stop while the National Anthem is broadcast over the loudspeakers on base.
I decided to go to the gate that was further away. I wouldn't mind being delayed for a few minutes to listen to The Star Spangled Banner.
As it turned out, I made it through the gate just seconds before the music started. When I glanced back in my rearview mirror, I saw a member of the security forces standing at attention in the middle of the road at the gate I had just driven through.
I was a bit sad that I didn't get to hear the music today.