...into the wild, blue yonder....
So, today I’m talking to Xyphyx via PM and because of the conversation I started to reminisce and get all nostalgic about my time in the Air Force. It was a really conflicted time in my life. I got booted out for being gay. The messed up part is, that if I had the chance to go back, even after what happened, I think I would. I really, really enjoyed being in the Air Force. That’s so lame and G.I. Joe, right? But it’s the truth.
To begin with, I loved the structure. Every little thing in a box, every little box in a line. It was a very secure kind of life. I know, your thinking, “Ack! No way!” but it worked for me. Then there was the job I was doing. I was a Russian interpreter, and although I cannot really talk about what I did in the service, it was immensely interesting and cool as all get-out to me. I worked in a very small command, and the people were rather academically inclined because of the kind of work, and it made for awesome conversations with smart, interesting friends. And, (here comes the snob in me,) other people on the base who were outside of our command showed us a strange kind of deference because of the job we did. We were all cloak and dagger to them.
And then, of course, I was living in Berlin. This was from ages 19 until 22. What better place to be than an awesome, European, metropolitan city for a young American, right? It kicked ass all over outer space!
I get nostalgic like this for those times every once in a blue. Ever happen to you?
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