To keep with the happier trend on this solemn day...
Near the end of my TAV, some desk jockey in Ottawa decided that I was already back in Canada, and so, closed out my pay account (on exactly time, despite numerous emails concerning my extension flying everywhere for more then a month prior). Little ole me, was informed that I am no longer on contract an hour before mounting up to go out to one of the FOBs on a recce.
The happy part is, I had the most wonderful, sincere and helpful clerk MCpl taking care of my file, who was able to work things out so I would have some cash when I left theatre for my lay over. She worked long hours, trying to resolve an issue that did not get resolved finally until a month and a half after I got back home. (I imagine the most trying part of her job was keeping me sane, now that I have been "released" while still in Afghanistan).
Usually, we only remember the bad ones for some reason... But there are several exceptionally good, excellent, and damned caring clerks, sup techs, cooks, maintainers etc etc etc, who go far far out of their way to help whomever they can. I try to forget the loud mouth idiots that take away from the trades, and work very hard to remember all the hard workers who help this way ward soldier and others survive in an otherwise uncaring world.
My time frame was last spring so if the NSE/NCE clerks from that period are reading this, stand up, and take a bow. You have this crusty old, angry WO's eternal thanks. I was difficult, you made me sane.
All the other trades people while I was there, there are so many to remember, but linemen, sup techs, MSE ops, Logs, cooks, and MPs made my job a success which is continuing on today.