When I finally finished college and started grad school in 1970, I ran into a guy in the hall who had been an E-2 supply clerk in my last squadron. Going to college under an AF education and commissioning program. Later I saw in an alumni newsletter that he was a Captain. I'd have given my right nut for a deal like that. Like I said, the times. Missed Vietnam, nobody shooting at me, although the ChiComs threatened us constantly.
Side note. Our base security was provided by Nationalist troops, who were mostly Chinese Communist POWs from Korea who chose to go to Taiwan and serve in the Nationalist army rather than be repatriated to the mainland. Not a warm fuzzy feeling.
