Earlier this week, I talked about my worst
haircut due to the military. The story
reminded me of another time my hair caused me issues. While my husband served in Iraq for a year, I
let my long hair grow. For a year and a
half, I didn’t cut my hair. The half a
year was for the time he spent in Texas and Louisiana training for Iraq. Needless to say, my hair was very long. The bun I put it up for work in the uniform
was huge. As a desk worker, the bun was
not an issue. However, the spring after
he came back, I went to the range. This
was another five months of hair growth.
On went the Kevlar helmet for the range. Now, I love shooting. What I hate is shooting for a test. I get so nervous. Inevitably, I struggle qualifying. This range day was even worse. The bun kept forcing the helmet forward, so I
couldn’t see the targets. I was
constantly pushing the helmet back into place. I failed the first round due to the hair. Well, and the anxiety. I readjusted the bun to be at the nap of my
neck, as far down as possible, but alas, it was still too big. The helmet still pushed forward. Failure number two. I was pissed.
On the middle of the range, I was sputtering and
saying a few choice words. The helmet
came off after the range was cleared. I
yelled out. “I am taking me hair out,
and it is going to hang loose. If that
offends someone, give me something to cut it off with to make it regulation.” Yep, I would have had my second choppy
haircut. I was determined to qualify.
“There will be no cutting hair on my range
today,” the range control sergeant yelled back.
Dang, I can see his face, but I can’t remember his name. I believe it was one of the guys from the
warehouse that I would run into at work.
Nice guy. Boy, did he laugh at
me. I took out the bun and put it in a
long braid so the wind wouldn’t fling it in my face. I grabbed more ammo and preceded to qualify
the next round.
Moral of the story, hair can cause difficulties
in the military.
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