I grew up in a small town and after I graduated high school I wanted more in life than a 9 to 5 job; I wanted to see the world. I had a few friends that had joined the military and had come home to visit with exciting stories about their experiences. I noticed a change in a few of them; they seemed to walk a little taller, maybe act a bit more mature. This, along with the intrigue of life outside of my small town, drew me to consider joining the military. I met a recruiter in Lakeland Florida in July of 1989 and a few months later on September 26th I raised my right hand and took the Oath of Enlistment. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into.
Within the coming year I would have many exciting experiences allowing me to mature. I graduated technical school at Lowery AFB, CO as a Munitions Systems Specialist and was assigned to Eglin AFB, FL. A little over a year later I received a phone call at 2 AM which would drastically change my life. I was recalled to help transport missiles to awaiting F-15s that were preparing to deploy. We were told that some previously unknown dictator had invaded a country in the Middle East that none of us had ever heard of. Within 48 hours I was on a p...
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...my work had a direct and lasting effect on the DoD. I am able to clearly see the impact of my job at AFOTEC and that makes what I do very worthwhile.
Being able to clearly understand how my job contributes to the Air Force, the Joint Environment, and the DoD is extremely satisfying. I take my work seriously because I know that what I do can have a direct impact on the military’s ability to fight and win wars. The personal achievements that I have experienced during my 22 years in the Air Force are also very gratifying. The work I did as a Security Policeman stand out the most. It was here that I went from a boy to a man in just a few short months and fully understood what it meant to be a part of the military. From humble beginnings in a small town I made the decision to enlist and take on a task bigger than myself. I had no idea what I was getting into.
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