My husband is within a year of retiring from the Air Force after a 30 year career. I can tell the career is coming to an end because today I used the last of my scavenged packing tape.
Especially early in his career, we moved every one to two years. You know the move is real when the packers arrive. They turn your house into a cardboard box jungle and the symphony of packing tape fills the air. Then they leave. In their wake, the floor is littered with partially used rolls of packing tape. I always gathered these and took them to our next assignment. The packing tape sealed the packages that kept us connected to our family and friends that lived so far away.
Today as I wrapped up Christmas packages for distant relatives, my tape dispenser gave me the last of my military move packing tape. I guess this is a first baby step into the civilian world.