Christmas Eve, 1965. The author goes back home for the first time since moving out on the day he turned 21, having had enough of his old man ranting about “you can do whatever you want when you’re legal and I’m not responsible for you anymore” and his desire to control most of his only son’s money and his free time. Anyway, after his hero, Uncle Fred, had threatened to kick the crap out of him if he didn’t show up to spend Christmas Eve with the rest of his family and to introduce them to his girlfriend, the first thing the author’s old man does is hand him the official-looking envelope from the draft board with the friendly message from L.B.J. that began with “Greetings…” The rest becomes four years of the author’s early history.
THRILLING WAR STORIES OF THE AIR FARCE takes the reader through basic training, advanced training, and into the real world of the United States Air Force Security Service, manned by men who kept our country safe while good men were dying halfway across the world keeping some ungrateful country safe at the same time. This is not a memoir of heroic deeds; this is a memoir of how much bullshit can be distributed by military regulations, second lieutenants, morons with four stripes and fifteen years’ service, and other incompetents. If there was any heroism, it was demonstated by the one-timers who escaped the army by enlisting for an additional two years to avoid coming home in a coffin, those one-timers who survived the Air Force. Not especially heroic, but…
THRILLING WAR STORIES OF THE AIR FARCE takes the reader through basic training, advanced training, and into the real world of the United States Air Force Security Service, manned by men who kept our country safe while good men were dying halfway across the world keeping some ungrateful country safe at the same time. This is not a memoir of heroic deeds; this is a memoir of how much bullshit can be distributed by military regulations, second lieutenants, morons with four stripes and fifteen years’ service, and other incompetents. If there was any heroism, it was demonstated by the one-timers who escaped the army by enlisting for an additional two years to avoid coming home in a coffin, those one-timers who survived the Air Force. Not especially heroic, but…
