Readied for battle
Fifty-years ago I enlisted in the United States Air Force. I remember well the late-night arrival at Lackland Air Base in San Antonio, Texas. It was a hot, humid night in which all of us new recruits were exhausted from hours of travel. A good night’s sleep was in order, but were we ever fooled? The moment the bus door was opened, and the drill instructor stepped inside, this nine-foot tall, (at least he looked like he was), angry, and vile man screamed and cursed like I had never heard before. Instantly I felt I had made a mistake. The…
