Worth a chuckle. You gave the Air Farce too much slack though.
Well, there's the Corporate USAF, and then there was that small percentage of us who actually got to stick our ya-yas out in a combat zone. You know, Fighter pukes, Bomber Crewdawgs, ROMADs and other FACS, RED HORSE CE troops. But we, alas, weren't the "Real Air Force"
(I'll note that I spent 1 2-year period having worn a dress uniform exactly once, for my file-jacket photo, and Mess Dress twice, for the Squadron Dining-in. The rest of the time, it was living in the green bag, flying B-52s. . .)