The Start of Something Good

Here I am again stuck inside the SCIF no windows, just drab walls and grey cubicles..... How did I ever get myself into this mess? Cue the flashback. It all stared when I was a pudgy teen brought up on military values. My father and grandfather were in the military, so I figured hey if my old man can do it, heck I should have this thing down in a couple months and be running the place by year end. How hard could it be?


Enter SFC Foster my drill sergeant. I joined at 5' 9" 206lbs of blubbery ice cream eating goodness. SFC Foster was determined to turn me into a lean mean fighting machine. He kicked the crap out of us day in and day out. Well thanks to him I left there a lean 144. A full 62 lbs gone in 9 weeks.


I left basic ready to take on what ever would come my way and a profound understanding that I would not be running the Army in a year. Well I turned my focus to more constructive efforts. Airborne school....... My grandfather always said only 2 things fall from the sky, bird shit and rain. Well I finished as keep of the wings and had a full 7 jumps to my name. (yes I said 7 you only get 5 from school, I blew out my knee on jump 2 and was carried off the DZ and had to be recycled. I had torn my ACL, MCL, and PCL. But more on the fantastic medical care on a later post.)


Now I was on my way to AIT. Good Fellow Air Force Base here I come!! To a private who knew practically nothing of the Army, putting him on an AFB made for some interesting times. I squeaked by with out any major infractions and I was officially a 98C10PCM.

Some interesting times and 9 years later here I am. I have been deployed 3 times to the Middle east and many more times around Asia and its islands.

I have worked in many SCIFs some have windows but most not. Some are under ground, in the side of a mountain, or just simply a tent. No matter how you look at it the perspectives are all the same.