Once upon a
time, in a land far away I was young.
The world lay before me and I was living my dream. I was, in my opinion, one of the lucky small
percent (probably not 1% but pretty darn close) who was doing exactly what they
had dreamed of for all their childhood.
C-130 skimming the wave in Panama |
Howard AFB |
I was
responsible for all the administrative support for the squadron, but flew about
every other week. I got to see the major
cities of Panama, El Salvador, Guatemala, Honduras and Nicaragua. We bought Mahogany furniture for pennies on
the dollar compared to what it cost in the US.
We flew to Brazil and broke for a week, and I got to hang with some
people I knew from college who showed me what life was like for the rich in
Brasilia.
Cathedral of Brasilia |
I learned
then that life was like being 19 forever if you were a flyer in the AF. Regardless of the drudgery of any job, you
could escape it with a flight suit and an airplane. In spite of being a newbie, when I returned
home I was markedly different then when I left High School to strike out for
College, and when I graduated from College.
It was on this trip where I started to grow into who I am today.
There were
wonderful new lessons. I learned how to
make a water balloon launcher that could toss a balloon over 200 yards down
hill to hit the Wing Commander’s white roofed staff car. I learned if you bought a puka shell necklace
in El Salvador you could trade it for a date in Panama, and I saw the little
two-man submarine the Japanese intended to use to torpedo a ship in the canal
during WW II. I got to fly in a little
Cessna O-2 and drop smoke grenades from 1,500 feet up. I meet some of the most
fun people I’ve ever had the privilege to hang out with, but it wasn’t all fun
and games.
The Flying Tigers from Myrtle Beach |
I watched as
a peer made poor choices that led to loss of his career. I saw what happens to countries without a
middle class. I saw what government
oppression leads to, what abject poverty does to the human spirit, and why
people shouldn’t be drunk when you pour them into an airplane. I saw how, to escape the poverty that
overwhelms the countryside, men and women will do almost anything they are
asked.
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It's great you create this document for your kids...and who knows, maybe some other kids are listening up too.
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