I'm Getting Drunk on Toasts Tonight
The Evil Commie Bastard Kim Jong-il is DEAD! Finally.
Before I graduated from US Air Force Basic Training with a guaranteed job of Voice Processing Specialist (the precursor to the current job title, "Cryptologic Linguist"), I slaked my disappointment with news that the 1979 assassination of the South Korean president would compensate for my not getting a slot in the Russian Language School; times suddenly got interesting, as the Chinese proverb goes.
Once I got to the Presidio of Monterey's Defense Language Institute, I was given the opportunity to re-apply for any of the languages offered to me during the pressure-cooker of Basic Training.
After having psyched myself up with the prospect of an unstable Korea, I gave up my designs on becoming a Russian linguist for the needs of the USAF and my country. I moved Korean up on my list... and got it. How's that for dancing with History? My Dorm Chief (and now Dear Friend) lucked out by getting German, and ended up getting cross-trained to analyst duties when the Wall fell. Funny how we both ended up teaching in Tech School together
Not me.. When all of the moves out of Tech School were frozen for us Tech School instructors, we Koreans were the exception (good thing I didn't buy a house on our Commander's recomendation!). It was great to be back in the field with the students I'd trained in Tech School
The rut/pipeline back to Korea was deep and heavily used, so it was nice to just do the job again, with the added bonus of doing it with people familiar.
I salute all my Skivvy Nine comrades and the Crypto-Service Folks who helped us make it the Land of the Morning Calm for a few decades.
For a few years, I even maintained a blog lampooning the lifestyle of the Beloved Leader. Whew, out of the closet now....
Before I graduated from US Air Force Basic Training with a guaranteed job of Voice Processing Specialist (the precursor to the current job title, "Cryptologic Linguist"), I slaked my disappointment with news that the 1979 assassination of the South Korean president would compensate for my not getting a slot in the Russian Language School; times suddenly got interesting, as the Chinese proverb goes.
Once I got to the Presidio of Monterey's Defense Language Institute, I was given the opportunity to re-apply for any of the languages offered to me during the pressure-cooker of Basic Training.
After having psyched myself up with the prospect of an unstable Korea, I gave up my designs on becoming a Russian linguist for the needs of the USAF and my country. I moved Korean up on my list... and got it. How's that for dancing with History? My Dorm Chief (and now Dear Friend) lucked out by getting German, and ended up getting cross-trained to analyst duties when the Wall fell. Funny how we both ended up teaching in Tech School together
Not me.. When all of the moves out of Tech School were frozen for us Tech School instructors, we Koreans were the exception (good thing I didn't buy a house on our Commander's recomendation!). It was great to be back in the field with the students I'd trained in Tech School
The rut/pipeline back to Korea was deep and heavily used, so it was nice to just do the job again, with the added bonus of doing it with people familiar.
I salute all my Skivvy Nine comrades and the Crypto-Service Folks who helped us make it the Land of the Morning Calm for a few decades.
For a few years, I even maintained a blog lampooning the lifestyle of the Beloved Leader. Whew, out of the closet now....
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posted by Cowboy Blob @ 11:44 PM
2 Comments:
At 8:38 AM,
Serr8d said…
Hugo Chavez and Fidel Castro just felt a cold chill run up their spines. I wonder which one of those two will be next?
At 7:12 PM,
AlanDP said…
Ah! So you were also Beloved Leader! Had lots of good laughs from that blog.
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