For those waiting to see Part II of the Slow Roll to Re-establishing the Soviet Union, my apologies. I started to write part II and came across an article on another veteran suicide. I thought it would be time to talk about my experience after retiring from working life.

First, some background: I enlisted in the Army in the mid 70’s (yes, I am old). I was fortunate to be selected to attend the Prep School for the Military Academy and even more fortunate to be offered admission to the Military Academy by a Congressman whom I wouldn’t have recognized if I had run into him on the sidewalk. I graduated in 1983.

Like most folks, I had good and bad experiences along the way, but I eventually retired from active duty in 2007 and joined the civilian workforce as a consultant. Things went well, and I was working back inside the Pentagon, but one day, my government civilian boss decided to move on to another position. I came back onto active duty under the retiree recall program to run the office for two and a half years before retiring again in 2012. I again went back to the contractor workforce where I remained until 2022 when I decided it was time to fully retire.

The first couple months of retirement were great. I focused on a lengthy “to-do” list from my wife and looked out for my mother-in-law, who had moved in with us. Everything seemed great, and I even had time to walk our four dogs each day. If my wife wanted a particular meal for dinner, I did my best to fix it, but that didn’t usually work out as planned. All in all, retirement seemed like it was a great thing, but then something happened.