Category: My Glorious Air Force Career
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joys of supervising
On to work: I’ve spent quite a bit of my time lately talking to all the operators on the floor so I can give them an idea what’s expected of them while they’re at work, because a lot of them don’t seem to have the idea that, while they’re there, they’re supposed to do something Read.
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dear Mom
[a letter to Mom:] Thought I’d pass along to you that I finally went through the hoard of coins you passed on to me from Grandpa Fred. It was a lot of fun, just like going through his pocket change, and I wanted to thank you. Lots of nice coins in there, by the way; Read.
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desolation
I don’t watch the news much these days to catch up on the Afghanistan thing; I can learn more at work, which isn’t much, but it’s better than listening to the reporters ask Rumsfeld the same stupid questions over and over. B noticed it this morning: He’s just about at the end of his patience, Read.
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richer than he knows
Stopped by the Orderly Room and asked to see the 1st Sergeant because it seemed to me that I might be spending a lot of time talking to him anyway, now that I’ve got a “problem child” to look after, but I didn’t want that to be the only time he saw me. He asked Read.
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maximize the torture
Last night I was party to a minor miracle: I sat down with two other guys and we drafted an initial performance report. Enlisted Performance Reports, or EPRs, have got to be about the biggest pain in the ass the Air Force has it in its power to devise, mostly because every NCO in the Read.
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effete snob
The Air Base Fire Department came to our neighborhood today to set fire to the house across the street. You heard me. It was such a bizarre event – one might even say Bradburian, if one were an effete snob who used words like “effete” – that I just had to watch, even though I Read.
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kanji boy
You should see My Darling B read Japanese! I started learning the characters before we left England and I’m still piss-poor at it, but I’m a slug and haven’t been studying. B, to my shame, taught herself one of the alphabets in a single evening! Went out and bought some cooking gunk the next day. Read.
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family housing
Oh, Glorious Day! We took possession of quarters 292A bright and early this morning. No more living in hotel rooms! Maybe you think you can imagine our relief, but – no offense – I seriously doubt it. Barb, Tim & I lived in what the Air Force calls “temporary lodging,” two rooms on RAF Mildenhall, Read.
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new Dawgs
My first night with Dawg flight went like this: After I traded war stories with the mission supe, he took me on a short tour of the ops floor, then encouraged me to circulate and meet the ops. I met the Chief of HF Systems, who told me the story of how Dawg flight was Read.
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training day
Yesterday, I was supposed to show up for work at one o’clock. A very young security policeman – I mean, he was about eight years old! – took me to his “office,” a closet with a computer in it, read me all the big words that mean I can’t tell you what I do, then Read.
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