As I have already said, my first taste of “military life” began in a small Air National Guard site in Connecticut. It continued on a frigid November morning on Otis Air Force Base, Massachusetts, where our four stripe Section NCO found himself faced with training 15 radio operators. Our mission, you see, was to serve close to the front line, where we would use our radar set to vector aircraft toward ground targets in close support of Army units, or to identify incoming enemy aircraft and vector fighters up to meet them. So, he took us outside on a cloudy 22 degree November day and said:

“Okay, youse guys. Listen up. What I gotta tell ya is important.”

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