In 1929, the brilliant British poet Robert Graves wrote an extraordinary memoir of his time in the British Army during the brutal trench warfare of the First World War entitled "Goodbye to All That."
After nearly four decades as an officer in the US Navy, I possess neither the literary gift nor the searing experiences to pen such a farewell. But if I were to sketch out my final thoughts on my time in the US Navy, they would revolve around three uniforms and a beach.
Navy Officers have three principal uniforms that tend to define the events in which we are engaged. The first is "Service Dress Whites," the classic white high-collar "choker" uniform with medals that Richard Gere made famous in the final scene of the 1980s film, "An Officer and a Gentleman."
The second is the double-breasted dark blue suit with gold stripes at the sleeves, black neck-tie, and ribbons, known in the Navy as "Service Dress Blues."
And the third is the day-to-day uniform that was worn on ships at sea during the vast majority of my career by the officer corps of the Navy, the classic short-sleeved "Working Khaki."
Over the past few days, as I conclude my long voyage of service, I have worn each of those uniforms for the final time.
I put on the Service Dress White on a hot and humid morning in Washington DC, carefully pinning on the medals, ensuring I had the white gloves ready. I drove to the Iwo Jima Memorial adjacent to Arlington ceremony to participate in a very special ceremony.
My 22 year-old daughter, Julia, was to be commissioned in the US Navy. A slender runner in build, Julia earned honors at Georgetown and chose to become a Navy Nurse through the Naval Reserve Officer Training Corps Program. I had been invited to be the graduation speaker for her entire NROTC corps, and so I stood in front of several dozen young Ensigns in the Navy and Second Lieutenants in the Marine Corps, and led them in the oath to the Constitution.
Julia was radiant in her whites, and looking at her and the entire class, I saw the future - of the Navy and Marine Corps, and our nation, and indeed our family. Julia is the fourth generation in her family line to take an officer's commission. I remember thinking that as the grizzled old Admiral sails beyond the horizon, the bright new Ensign arrives.
The final wearing of my Service Dress Blues came a day or so later, when I paid a final call on the President of the United States in the White House. I had come to know the President over the past four years, as a US Combatant Commander in Europe and simultaneously as the NATO Supreme Allied Commander. As always, he was gracious, focused, and kind. Spending time with him in a one-on-one final courtesy call was a significant privilege. We discussed events in Afghanistan, NATO and its future, relations with Russia, and a number of other things.