First .. I enlisted.
Got my draft notice while I was in USAF basic.
Then ..when I was able to, I volunteered to go to Southeast Asia.
I could look my dad in the eye any day (he served in Patton's 3rd, was there on D-Day etc)
..and yes .. I kinda despised those who blew off their obligations.
I was not 'tip of the spear' type at all, yet ..workin the flightline, end of runway, here n there as an ECM troop..
...I saw my fair share of aircraft converted to scrap metal, some crew survived, some did not.
Peacetime, wartime, there are no easy days on the flightline.
PCS, TDY, you will report to such-and-such at time and place, no saving throw.
Oh-Dark-Thirty mobility exercises that you had no idea was an exercise until the very end,
..gear on pallets, planes waiting on the ramp ready to go.
Udorn had snipers on the perimeter,
.. was there when NATO HQ got blown sky high at Ramstein (woke me up)
..and other fun and frolic.
After I got out, I remember vividly being caught by surprise when the balloon went up for Desert Storm
by a feeling of releif of all things ..I did not have to go.
I was *out* of it.. someone else's turn to carry on.
-just sayin (tm Pasha)
-GE aka Frank