Marching orders…

There came a time I just couldn’t continue working in the admin office and had to get back to the reason I was there in the first place; become a military police officer. 

So I completed my training and then got my marching orders to my duty station: Cherry Point North Carolina. 

The plan, go ahead of my family and find a home, then move everyone to our new home. 

Sometimes things don’t always go as planned. 

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