It comes to all of us. When it comes varies. How it comes can be life changing. By "it" I mean when you realise that you're past it. In military terms, it wasn't when I couldn't be first home in a run. It wasn't even when the Service Dress was more than usually snug on Remembrance Sunday. For me it was when I turned to my RSM and said "well, what d'you reckon, RSM?" and he simply replied "I don't know Sir, you've been in longer than me". That was the last security blanket ripped away. Previously I'd grumbled about setting, marking and ripping apart junior officers' essays ("Dear God, is it too much to ask for a beginning, a middle and an end, expressed coherently with even an approximation of spelling and the conventions of grammar?"). Previously I'd been startled to realise that I'd been soldiering longer than some of my soldiers had been alive ("I was soldiering in Baghdad whilst you were in dad's bag. Hur, hur, hur...") Now, however, there was the terrifying thought that the oracle, the repository of regimental knowledge and of the collective sagacity of the WOs' and Sgts' Mess deferred to me as an "old sweat". On the other hand, the RSM might just have been hacked off with me and decided to let me sink by myself...... When did your military moment come?