Early in 1976, we were both to begin our respective "jobs" with the Air Force. I graduated from Weather Specialist training and "G" graduated from Fire Protection Specialist training at Chanute Air Force Base, IL. I received orders to report to Offutt AFB, Nebraska, and he got orders to Whiteman AFB, Missouri. We were both okay with the parting, and made plans to see each other since we were not stationed that far apart. Often times in the military, one developes close friendships with people that they will never get to see again. Ours was not the case. Our situations and circumstances made it possible for him to drive from Missouri to Nebraska at least twice a month to see me. I had gotten an apartment off base with a couple of roomates, and life was just what a young adult would want it to be. His visits made my days of dealing with those seemingly senseless rules beareable! After Basic and Tech school, life returns to normal, and everything is not quite as dramatic and formal as before, and therefore not as scary. All I thought about was when "G" was going to next be there with me. Funny, though; they told me way back in Tech school that my attention to my personal life was taking away from what I needed to learn in order to perform as a Weather Specialist for the United States government.