A shout out to all my friends and family who served... especially my Dad and brother.
Sheesh, what a youngster in this picture. I was a first Lieutenant... about 1986, 26 years old in this picture, giving a briefing and tour of the Looking Glass Airborne Command Post to a Colonel. It looks like I was wearing an "Alert Crew" badge, which means that I was on a week-long assignment, staying at the crew quarters in the alert facility at Offut Air Force Base. At the time of this picture, there was a Looking Glass aircraft that was constantly airborne with a battle staff crew, and an alert crew on the ground, waiting to go airborne in case of national emergency, or the airborne command post needed immediate relief.
The Air Force gave a few of us the responsibility for "turning keys" that could launch all 1,000 nuclear ICBMs, plus, the responsibility for communicating the Presidential Emergency Action Messages (EAMs) for launching nuclear bombers and submarines, too. And, if that wasn't enough, we were also responsible for reconstitution of the US government in a post-nuclear world, based on anyone who survived. I exited the Air Force a few years later and went to work for TRW. The work we did with NSA was, no exaggeration, straight out of Clancy novels, and even better, thanks to Ron Gault. We were doing very important and cool sh*t to keep the bad guys away from nuclear weapons.
There is nothing that compares to the intensity of responsibility that you experience in the military. Healthcare is a form of mission-based service. It has been interesting, occasionally fulfilling, quite a bit less dangerous... but also incredibly frustrating and frequently boring in comparison. I keep talking about leaving healthcare and going back into the military/national intelligence world, but Laure says "No way. We have babies."
Aim High. Fly, Fight, Win.
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