You bring tears to my eyes... my oldest son joined the AF in 1980, right out of high school... the thought of you cooking for the boys reminds me of how many truly great Americans we have here in our midst.
God bless you for taking such good care of the boys heading for the desert! I am honored to have talked “bread” with you!
I left work and rallied at home with my family to watch the news, and after I had seen enough, I disappeared into my home office and went digging. Hours later I came out with a single sheet of paper, stormed through the house, and left.
I came back a couple of hours later, and my then wife asked as I walked in "Will they take you back? And shouldn't we have talked about this?"
I did get back in, with the help of some freepers. My hearing loss had been so bad that I'm H3 and had to have a waiver. THe ATRW crowd helped me write that request letter.
The only job they would give me was Services. Part of which is food service.
I fell in love with commercial kitchens, and while at Lackland, called back to Dallas and enrolled in culinary school.
I've had to move back into engineering, because I can't stand on my feet for 12 hours a day anymore, and I've left the kids to run the AF for me. It's a bunch of good kids, and they do well.
So now I help where I can, and I'm active where I'm able.
/johnny