Best 8 years of my life,well except for the last 1, when I asked my CO "do you want me to work the rest of the day, or not?".A senior NCOIC of the base MP squadron had major heartburn about my dependent husband's long hair.It made no difference to him that said husband was a vet, and a Civil Service employee.It just really chaffed him that we lived next door in essential personnel housing above what my rank would normally command.Long ugly story of abuse of authority, but I did manage to "retire" him and the base commander, who supported his outragious activities, on my way out.;^)
I would have done my 20, but I was burned out by fighting abusive ROAD jerks,in addition to being NCOIC of a squadron manned at 25% level.
Funniest story:Prior to celebrating my wedding anniversity,I made every concievable arrangement to be taken off the emergency duty roster, as I fully intended on being "unfit" for duty for 36 hours.NOGO.
I was paged at the NCO club.Picture this scenario:I am dressed in a cocktail gown, fully made up in an off-duty little black dress,3" spike heels,perfumed, special occasion make-up, no relation to 35/10, and have consumed 4 White Russians.
An incident has occurred requiring one of my specialty to report to a SAC B52 alert Command Center.My OIC was MIA, and I am ordered to report to duty.If I respond either way, I am subject to dereliction of duty charges, and a quick trip to Leavenworth.Since I knew all the applicable regs, I insisted that only a General Officer could authorise my entering the SAC secure command post under these circumstances,and (hehehe) only the Base Commander (the one being retired because he abused his authority), could escort me past the security guards.(I already knew it was a "routine emergency" technical violation vs actual)
They woke up the one star,who woke up and the sent the base CO to pick me up and escort me to the place I was ordered to enter, I fiddled with my stuff for 15 minutes, and the base CO silently drove me back to the NCO club.
The staff on CP duty knew my situation, and in addition to the whistles and catcalls, I received a standing ovation.The MP at the door kept it open just long enough for the Base CO to hear it.
All of this was "peacetime" crap, and I pray our wartime servicemembers have been briefed on the definition of "fragging".