What the hell? I enlisted in the Air Force back in 1985, things were a bit different way back then I guess.
I chose AF for three reasons; First my dad, an uncle and dad's best man for his wedding were all AF. Second, wanted to work or aircraft, eyesight was too bad to fly. Lastly... I will be the first to admit, I was not cut out for Army, Navy or Coast Guard for different reasons I thought at the time, and Marine basic frankly would have killed me
We had AC, cable TV, better looking women and I didn't get shot at. Allergic to bullets, they make me break out in little red splotches...
Got mad respect for the front line grunts and crayon eaters though. One of my best friends was a Ranger medic, a co-worker was a Recon Marine. Much much much respect for those guys.
I wasn't cut out for those either, so I went AFROTC.
Turned out I wasn't cut for the AF, either. The only way I made the running portion of the PFAT was focusing squarely on the cadet commander's cute butt (yes, a woman!), forcing me to run at her pace.
I dropped out before my sophomore, but I kept the shoes.
