OCS. Obsessive Compulsive Syndrome? Nope. Old Cranky Sucker? Nope. Officer Candidate School? Nope. How about Old Crummy Shoes? Nope.
It stands for "Official Civilian Status". Today, September 1, 2011 is the first day since March 17, 1981 that I have been a civilian. Yesterday, on a visit (the last one) to the headquarters of the Coast Guard Investigative Service, I picked up my retired badge and credentials, mounted in a frame (now where am I going to be able to hang that in the Journey?) and more importantly, my DD-214 document which releases me from active duty with the U.S. Coast Guard, with an Honorable Discharge (how did that happen?).
So now I can sit back, watch Oprah on TV with my Bon Bons and Diet Coke and enjoy retirement. If the house would hurry up and sell, we sure don't intend on just sitting around. As soon as the house sells, Marti's going to join me in retirement and yes, I will share my Bon Bons with her because I know what's good for me!
I've crossed the finish line. Funny, I joined the Coast Guard for a two year test drive. Where did the time go? Who cares? Let the pension checks begin! :c)