greenery and scenery

i didn't know what to expect this morning, as i walked into our unit commander's office after a wholesome early mess breakfast.

"we have a problem - you can't be at home anymore and the big boss* doesn't think you should leave. you have a choice - to continue here, essentially spending the rest of your service no more useful than a pot-plant, or to serve with the guy who interviewed you on sunday"

i thought about it for a second.

"i guess i'm a pot-plant then."
"good choice"

i struggled to keep a straight face while we discussed the logistics entailed, and then walked around the office being welcomed back and congratulated on my new post.