The Power of Possessives May Be the Path Forward
When I was a young junior officer in the Navy, I was once admonished (that’s a polite word for “chewed out”) for referring to San Clemente Island as “my island” in front of a group of visiting senior civil servants. As the Island Operations Officer, I took enormous pride in the work my team and I were doing to revitalize a weathered old outpost that had been battered by use since the 1940s. Calling it my island just felt right. My boss didn’t agree. He reminded me that the island was under the jurisdiction of the Commanding Officer of Naval Air Station North Island. ...