It is happening again. None of us are really ready. But then, when is someone really ready for a war?
We’ve been taught the needed skills. And yet, here we are again.
And somehow, I predict we will be back here again.
This time, we have warning and weapons of a sort. Not the right weapons for what we will face, but at least we have something. Last time, we had neither warning nor weapons. Our defenses were down. We had no resources to train, no plans, no contingencies. Frankly, it is a miracle that we survived.
Our historians will admit to all of this if pressed. They don’t like to talk about it ordinarily because the subject verges on disrespect for our leaders. But the disrespect is both intended and important.
We were not prepared, directly due to the actions of our leadership.
The first few practices of the new year were always the worst. It gets easier, but they don’t seem to know that at the start. At least most years I can expect that they have not been swimming with their instruments, or some similar mishap.
Apparently not this year.
My first clue was the tuba case full of tuna fish. Close in some sense, but also extremely misfiled according to every other sense brought to the problem.
With that for context, the flute cases with frogs, or the large smear of dried blood all over the drums didn’t seem entirely unexpected.