1. When he'd put himself on the line for the Tollans, it hadn't yet gotten to the point where the lines were blurred so badly that he wasn't always aware of it. But that was when it was brought home to him just how important it was to have both viewpoints available on an SG team. What they were doing at the SGC was far too important to risk allowing an authoritarian mindset to hold complete sway. The checks and balances of a mixed force were imperative; the military, because their training and inclination in times of danger were invaluable, and the civilians to make sure there was no other way but to put that training and inclination to use.
2. By the time General Bauer took over the SGC, Daniel was almost startled by the way the general sneered out the word 'civilian'. Several of the newer military members of the SGC had seemed equally startled by the idea that Daniel was a civilian. While he could almost agree that an archeologist wasn't required for a front line team, a linguist certainly was. He considered trying to argue with the man one more time, but was afraid he'd be too tempted to put some of his civilian combat training to good use in the process. Instead he headed for the range to blow the hell out of some paper targets.
He had company.
Lots of company.
3. In the first days after coming to the SGC from Vis Uban, Daniel tried to fit into the overtly military SGC only to find it wasn't working. The image of a square piece of wood endlessly failing to fit into a round space came to him more than once. Some things, like weapons training and self-defense, felt right. Briefings seemed to hold echoes from his entire life. He just couldn't quite figure out how he fit into this world that everyone told him was his. The stratification confused him. Seeing a youngster of 25 being saluted by a man old enough to be his father (sometimes old enough to be Daniel's father) felt very, very wrong. He wanted to ask about it, but after having almost every question rebuffed with the injunction that he had to remember on his own, he let it slide. There were things that were worth pushing for, but this, Daniel felt, wasn't one of them.
One evening he stood in front of the mirror in his room and tried to mimic the salute he'd seen earlier in the day. Nothing about it felt right or natural. So many things he knew almost instinctively how to do, like using the plumbing or the eating utensils or putting on the clothing that seemed familiar on sight. Somehow, Daniel realized this wasn't something he'd done before and that's when another memory slotted into place.
"The military does that... and I'm not military." His face heated a little as he put his hand down and thanked whatever gods may be that the camera in his room was left off line.
Four times Daniel remembered he's a civilian and one time Jack reminded him. Pt. 1
2. By the time General Bauer took over the SGC, Daniel was almost startled by the way the general sneered out the word 'civilian'. Several of the newer military members of the SGC had seemed equally startled by the idea that Daniel was a civilian. While he could almost agree that an archeologist wasn't required for a front line team, a linguist certainly was. He considered trying to argue with the man one more time, but was afraid he'd be too tempted to put some of his civilian combat training to good use in the process. Instead he headed for the range to blow the hell out of some paper targets.
He had company.
Lots of company.
3. In the first days after coming to the SGC from Vis Uban, Daniel tried to fit into the overtly military SGC only to find it wasn't working. The image of a square piece of wood endlessly failing to fit into a round space came to him more than once. Some things, like weapons training and self-defense, felt right. Briefings seemed to hold echoes from his entire life. He just couldn't quite figure out how he fit into this world that everyone told him was his. The stratification confused him. Seeing a youngster of 25 being saluted by a man old enough to be his father (sometimes old enough to be Daniel's father) felt very, very wrong. He wanted to ask about it, but after having almost every question rebuffed with the injunction that he had to remember on his own, he let it slide. There were things that were worth pushing for, but this, Daniel felt, wasn't one of them.
One evening he stood in front of the mirror in his room and tried to mimic the salute he'd seen earlier in the day. Nothing about it felt right or natural. So many things he knew almost instinctively how to do, like using the plumbing or the eating utensils or putting on the clothing that seemed familiar on sight. Somehow, Daniel realized this wasn't something he'd done before and that's when another memory slotted into place.
"The military does that... and I'm not military." His face heated a little as he put his hand down and thanked whatever gods may be that the camera in his room was left off line.