The Lone Ranger wore a mask. I watched on Saturday mornings. I never wanted to wear one. I liked the show, but it never inspired me to run down to the Lone Ranger store and buy a mask.
Masks, along with other things just never did much for me. I had one tied to my hip in the army, a gas mask. Nasty rubber, plastic, hoody thing. They kept telling us we could die in 9 seconds or less if we didn’t get it on properly. It was no fun flying with that thing. Try sleeping in it. The only thing you had to be more intimate with in the field than your gas mask was your rifle.
I never imagined when I left the army that I would wear a mask again. But I was wrong. Me and my mask go everywhere now. I wear it on duty and off duty. I remember the first day I wore it, I had it upside down and inside out. A nurse got me straightened out. Thank goodness. What a dork I could look like if I don’t look good in my mask.
For me, wearing it is not too inconvenient. I’ve worn far worse stuff and survived. I expect I’ll make it through this too. It’s funny when I think about it. I mean the Lone Ranger and his mask. Remember what they asked, Who was that masked man? Well, that’s you and me today. Masked men and women going around town doing good.