“She’s just a civilian,” my dad told the guard at the federal checkpoint outside a restricted U.S. Air Force installation, right before the scanner read my badge, flashed the presidential seal, and everything between us finally, permanently changed. I’m Major Sonia Richard.
I’m thirty-three, and I worked my way from a quiet military childhood on bases across the United States into a career I never bragged about.
Not even when I earned the kind of clearance most people never hear about. For years, I supported my dad, stood by him, and let him believe I was just his kid who worked on base.
But the day he called me “just a civilian” at that checkpoint, right before the guard scanned my badge and opened the VIP lane, I drew a line that reshaped our entire relationship. Have you ever been dismissed or underestimated by someone you would have done almost anything for?
If yes, I hope my story reminds you you’re not alone.
Before I get into what went down that day, let me back up. The signs were always there. Small things.
Easy to miss if you weren’t looking for them.
But I was looking. I’d been looking for years.
My dad retired from the United States Air Force after twenty-two years as a senior master sergeant. E-8.
That’s not nothing.
It’s a rank that takes dedication, skill, and time. He was proud of it, and he should have been. He served well.
He led airmen.
He knew the system inside and out. When I was growing up, I memorized his ribbons before I knew my multiplication tables.
I could spot the difference between a Meritorious Service Medal and a Commendation Medal from across a room. I knew what each one meant because he explained them to me patiently, the way he explained everything back then.
He loved the Air Force, and I loved it through him.
So when I told him I wanted to commission, he supported me. He helped me with my application to Officer Training School. He drove me to my medical appointments.
He was there when I raised my right hand on American soil and swore the oath for the first time.
But something shifted that day. I remember after the ceremony, he hugged me and said, “Well, now you outrank me.”
Technically, it was a joke.
I laughed. He laughed.
But behind the joke was something else.
Something neither of us addressed. Over time, that unspoken thing grew. I started as a second lieutenant, O-1, at twenty-three.
The story doesn’t end here –
it continues on the next page.
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