For my co-workers, this was just another, routine, annual inspection. But I was new. And this was my first.
I had studied and practiced these in school. We sent the drone out to get high-resolution photos. Then we did a thorough analysis, comparing them with last year's, looking for potential problems.
But now all I could think of was that historic photo--the one that hung in the back of the classroom. I saw it every day for years, walked toward it daily as I took my seat, preparing to serve--the ship as it was, when it first launched... before I was even born.
Of course, I knew it didn't look like that now. I had worked with many such photos. So I didn't expect these emotions. But, somehow, this was different. This was not homework. This was real.