Born in 1953, I'm a native Vermonter. Though if you've been reading the blog for any length of time, you'll know I now live in Rhode Island. Little Rhody as I like to call it.
Spent 24 years in the United States Air Force, eventually rising to the lofty station of Master Sergeant (E-7).
But to be promoted to the enlisted ranks above Master Sergeant (Senior Master Sergeant and Chief Master Sergeant) required a certain amount of political acumen.
A trait I do not possess in any sort of measurable quantity. In fact, the guys at my current job claim that I have no filter. No filter at all. I speak my mind. I calls 'em as I sees 'em!
Needless to say, as a Master Sergeant I was happy.
For my first 8 years or so, I was an aircraft maintenance guy, specifically a Weapons Control Systems maintenance technician on the F-4C and F-4D Phantom. After that, the Air Force sent me off to college where I learned the ins and outs of computers. Some skills that I still find useful in my civilian gig.
For I could not stay in the Air Force forever. So in the last year of the nineties I retired. And (as we used to say) got a "real job". Well, the new gig does pay better. If it ain't all that glorious, at least it pays the bills!
Over the years I acquired a wife, three kids, two kid-in-laws and
That's my story. Tuna has his own. He's a retired Naval officer. Yup, an Air Force enlisted guy and an aquatic ossifer type. What a combo we make!
And now there's Juvat. An old F-4 and F-15 driver. (Well, I'm sure he's not that old. Younger than me no doubt!)
So now that's two ossifers (one aquatic, one aerial) and one enlisted. Seems an odd combination. I am starting to feel outnumbered.
Seems to work though.
Seems to work.