I originally came from 3 sandhills and two swamps to the left (west) of the guy above this post. As a youngster, the old man was an Air Force TAC ground crewman (enlisted) and was stationed at Edwards AFB assigned to the experimental program. Early/mid/late 50's-- Edwards--- experimental flight program-- I'll get to this in a minute.
Mid to late 60's-- life on a TAC base-- air crew kids hung together, officer/enlisted alike, as we were a little different than the non air crew kids. Friday afternoons brought the announcments on the school PA system-- the dad's that won't be coming home. Nonetheless, every kid wanted to be like their old man ( or your buddy's pop)--- a fighter pilot.
Fast forward mid 70's-- my grades were not bad, but certainly not top notch. Due to the Carolina Sargent's connections from Edwards, and those of a particular General that was a 2nd LT. in the 50's and my dad's best friend-- I was pretty much assured an appointment to the Accadamy.
Mid 70's?- AF Accadamy?-- not cool. Broke the old man's heart and I knew it, but I had more important things to do-- drinking, chasing girls, partying-- being a punk.
Piddled around from 1 college to another for 4 years ( I would stay till not welcome anymore). Finally, the old man pulled the rug out from under me-- you are on your own and you can't live in my house. Went to work selling auto parts. After 2 years in the real world and alot of growing up-- I finally woke up. It was time to pursue my dream every since I was a kid-- join the AF and become a pilot. Went back to school and busted ass. 1981 Got my B.S. and applied for AF OTS, got a navigator slot but not a front seat job--- F-- this, I ain't sitting back seat to anyone. Talked to the Navy-- Got my Pilot's slot so off to Pensacola. By this time, the old man was a retired E-9. Graduation ceremony, in line to receive my first salute and pay my silver dollar. Me and 24 other men are the most nervous human beings on the planet Then, there is my old man standing in AF Blues behind and next to my Marine drill sargent. Two men in front of me-- I swear I'm going to faint--- Now on deck-- please lord don't let me pass out. I walked up to recieve my salute and pass the coin. I received a salute but when I handed the coin I was pushed to his left-- I recieved a salute from a fat ole redneck in unacceptably tight AF Blues, pased him my Silver dollar and saw the old man cry the only time in my life. He was richest man in the world.



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