Protocol Woes

Yesterday we had a COC, Change of Command, which as military ceremonies go, is a pretty big deal. As brigade commander, Bob was in charge of the ceremony and had to give a short speech. Protocol dictates that the corresponding spouses are also invited and get VIP seating, which is usually front row, near the podium, yada yada. OK, fine. I have been to so many of these by now they are pretty much old hat, and I know when to stand up, sit down, put your hand over your heart, etc.

We arrived a bit late yesterday (what else is new?!) so I am escorted to my seat by a young soldier, and Bob is IN the ceremony so he takes his place on the field (which is actually a gym floor). Anyway, the stadium has filled by this time and I am plunked down at the end of a VERY empty first row. Well General So-and-So is seated by HIMSELF at the opposite end. The eight or so empty seats between us have name tags on them, so they were meant for some uppity-ups who have obviously decided the weather is too crummy to get there. And in all fairness it WAS a nasty day, weather wise. But I am feeling very much like I'm hanging in the wind here--this puts extra pressure on because I know that people in the back rows watch the front row for the ups and downs. What to do, and how to do it as inconspicuously as possible? I formulated a plan, and in between the invocation and the announcement of the guest speaker, I executed it . . . flawlessly, if I don't say so myself. I did a boot scootin boogie down the row and plunked down next to General So-and-So who very politely thanked me for joining him. So we were in this together now!

The ceremony went smoothly, Bob gave a great (meaning not too long) speech, command was switched out, and I learned that sometimes you have to chuck protocol to the wind!