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My first husband was in the Air Force, and there didn't appear to be any immediate danger of any action any enlisted guys in the Air Force would wind up intimately involved in. There were two different guys, one who was okay but a little dim and the other was a prick from Texas nobody could stand. I don't remember if he nicknamed other people, and if I remember correctly he didn't have the patience to stick with college (and he wasn't even athletic enough to have been a cheerleader), but otherwise he could have been a Bush* family member, right down to the 'I don't care what you think' smirk. He'd lost his driver's license in Texas over one too many DUIs -- so many his blood with money couldn't buy him out of them anymore -- so as punishment, his daddy told him he could enlist or he'd be kicked out of the house and lose all financial support. He chose the Air Force because he thought it would be easy. It was, relatively, I suppose -- I can't imagine he'd have had a very easy time in the 'real world' if he'd had to go on his charm. Don't know what ever happened to him, but he always reminded me of Milo Minderbinder from Catch-22. He's probably selling used cars in Irving, Texas right about now, talking about how scared he is Kerry might win the election.
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