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40 years ago, when in the USAF, I would send one of my troops home if he wasn't stoned. In the old days of IBM 80 column keypunch cards, we had a large pile to be produced for cargo manifests every day.

All of us except him hated it. If he was high, I could guide him to his chair at the keypunch machine, and he would become part of it. His fingers a blur, the keypuncher sounding like a machine gun, the stack of punched cards growing.

Never an error. I don't think he even knew he was doing it.

If he wasn't high, he was useless.

I would never let him near aircraft loading equipment when he was high, even though I thought he might do ok.