Global Reach

 

I did the last year of my service at

a SAC base in Albany, Georgia.  I got to see

Dr. Strangelove at the base theater.  The B-52 alert crews

in their flying suits.  The Peace Is Our Profession billboard

outside the main gate.  Now it says Global Power and Reach

 

 

 

 

for America.  The officers got out and went to work for corporations,

in management.  The enlisted men got out and went to work for

corporations, as labor.  I was a grunt for Western Electric.

A pole jockey.  Outside plant.  Inside plant.  A cable-splicer.

Wiss snips.  Scissors.  Hold an edge.  I used them as

root clippers as an archeologist.  I was going to be

a college professor.  As a day job.  Then I was going to be

a writer.  After I taught myself to write.  On company time.

Charles Willeford says you have a lot of free time

in the military and there are a lot of typewriters.

He recommended it as ideal training for a writer.

I’d have to agree, it was good training for me.

I read a lot, and wrote a lot of letters.

Late I would make my books read like a letter from,

or to a friend, an imaginary friend.

Like Blaster Al Ackerman.

 


 

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