A Wild-West Encounter with Billy Jeff

The AlAskA Command Building. ANR HQ. In the basement, the ROCC. TOP ROCK. Home of many an ego. Past, prestent, and sure to be future. As if I didn't have enough to deal with the present, a blast from the past remerges.

Walking around the corner from the make-shift ACS gym, after assembling a $7,500 tread mill, I came face to face, and subsequently stoped in my tracks, with Billy Jeff Padgett. Cue the cries of the circling hawks flying high above. Two enemies stopped dead, hands instinctively moving to our chrome plated pistol grips. Feet spread, fingers twitching. A rematch.

From SSgt Padgett's repeated glances to the four stripes on my shoulder, I can see that he is clearly discusted and disheartened. Memories of 1999 come back in a flash:

...an arguement on the OPS room floor ended in A1C Kershner's threat to SSgt Padgett: "You're such a piece of shit NCO. I promise, I'll make TSgt before you."

After a short conversation, inwhich the menicing grin never left my face, we parted ways. With Padgett disappearing around the corner behind me the next person I saw was SMSgt Calvin. He had seen the encounter and started to laugh. I said to him, "You know, Sergeant Calvin, as a senior NCO with a good rapore with is subordinates, I would have expected you to you warn a guy that someone like THAT was back."

Later in the breakroom with Calvin and MSgt Heidelbach, the conversation returned to the AOG's dead weight, who, I found out was sent upstairs to an office that used to be a janitor's closet near a men's room on the second floor. Pointing to Calvin, H-Bach said (with lots of sarcasim), "Ya, so he's upstairs with no influence over ACS ops. There are two people in this room that had NOTHING to do with that."

I absolutely have to get into a Tech slot and fast. I can't wait to out-rank that frappy.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS, The other day I was at the Kulis AFB medical clinic. I was standing in the lobby with a Brig Gen. who was eyeing the National Breast Cancer Awareness Month posters. Nude women feeling for lumps. "Humph," he says, "they giving us pornography as we wait these days? I love the new Air Force." He then began tweaking the nipples of the three rubber breasts lying on the table.