Last month was known as "Mustache March" around here. I was encouraged by the sponsor to take part in the organization wide competition to grow a mustache beginning on the first day of the month with judging on the last day. I was reluctant at first as I have never grown a mustache before and can count on one hand the number of times I have had significant facial hair under my nose. Constant encouragement from the competition sponsor and peer pressure convinced me give it a try.
I got out to a quick start due to working the night shift and soon I was being harassed by soldiers advising me that my mustache was "out of regulation." They were right as I had never grown one and had little understanding of how specific the regulation is on the wear and appearance of the mustache. Here is the graphic of what the army shows is a mustache within regulation.
After two weeks I got the hang of it and was achieving modest results. I found out around this time that I had to represent the organization at a training event. On advice of the higher-ups and in attempt to get the respect of those I would soon be training, I shaved the mustache after 16 days. Before I did, though, I took a picture. Here is what it looked like. Katie said she didn't like it. Maybe I should grow it out when I get home.
