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Forum Health Inspector
SOON AFTER I arrived for duty as chief of public affairs for a Strategic Air Command wing, the unit had a surprise operational-readiness inspection. We had no time to alert the surrounding community that we'd be launching our fleet of B-52 bombers and KC-135 tankers, one after another, before the sun came up.
My office phones quickly lit up with noise complaints. One irate caller was a dairy farmer. "Sir," I said, appealing to his sense of patriotism, "what you're hearing is the sound of freedom."
"Son," he snapped, "your sound of freedom is souring my milk of kindness!"
--Contributed to "Humor In Uniform" by Ronald D. Fuchs
Provided Courtesy of Reader's Digest.
My office phones quickly lit up with noise complaints. One irate caller was a dairy farmer. "Sir," I said, appealing to his sense of patriotism, "what you're hearing is the sound of freedom."
"Son," he snapped, "your sound of freedom is souring my milk of kindness!"
--Contributed to "Humor In Uniform" by Ronald D. Fuchs
Provided Courtesy of Reader's Digest.
