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The “real” people ❤ President Trump
OK, I am sitting here blubbering like a baby. I was in the Air Force from 73-78. I served under Nixon, Agnew, Ford, and Carter. That’s right, in 5 years I had 4 Commanders in Chief. Today I witnessed what a true Commander in Chief sounds like. I finally feel that my service mattered.
Dear GOD, I love this man.
I wanted him to run in 2008 When I saw him come down that escalator almost 2 years ago, my heart was pounding. I was almost too hesitant to think it was really happening. The moment he said “Today I am”, I knew it was really going to happen! I had no doubt whatsoever that he would win. My heart soared and tears ran down my face. Finally we had a true Patriot that would lead us to a new future.
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Thank You…for your service
It’s a calming feeling to have a true Patriot in the White House
A President who loves America and its People ❤
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You are very welcome. It is more than calming, it is something I have waited for. I have watched my country descend into a place I just don’t recognize anymore. Globalism , NWO, no Independence of as a country, and people in my country that actually hate us for our views. What I fear most, is that the millions of Americans that feel the way I do, will say “No more”
Thank you for your service. I’m glad you finally feel it mattered, because it always did. 🙂
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It was a very confusing time in the military. Viet Nam Veterans were coming home to hate and abuse. There was a bumper sticker in Biloxi, where I was getting my Tech Training, that said “Beautify Biloxi, Kill an Airman” We had so many restrictions of where we could not go out of safety concerns. Heck, I was 19 years old. I had never really experienced hate in my life. I knew what I was doing was the right thing, but dealing with it, especially as a woman, was difficult. I was not only facing the hate for the military, I was facing the resentment form male service members who thought I had no right to be anything other than a secretary.
I was in Telecommunications. I was the 5th female ever to become a Tech Controller. My instructors tried everything to wash me out. The stubbornness that my Mother lamented every day of my life paid off!
I was the first female ever assigned to an all male site in Europe. Funny thing is, I got more flak from the wives of my fellow Airmen than I did from their husbands. Took a few weeks, as the guys tiptoed around me like I was some kind of delicate flower. I had enough of that, and one night shift, I was getting a bunch of sexist crap from a Army guy in Frankfurt. I smacked the phone on the wall and called him every name I could think of! My guys stood up and cheered me on and after that we were a team to be reckoned with.
Whoa. I wish I had a quarter of the gumption you’ve got, girl. 😯
I got out of the AF in 1978. I went from there to GTE of California as the first Eguipment Maintainer in the State of California and the harassment continued. Six months after I was employed a Supervisr told me that all of the guys had been told to do anything they could to get rid of me. When I left the company 10years later, I was one of the last Techs they had that could do the job I did.
One thing you need to know, that in 1973, when I joined the Air Force, my Dad told me that I could be whatever I wanted to be. That statement, at that time, was something that very few women ever heard.
My dad used to say the same thing. Unfortunately, my mom said the exact opposite, and more times.
I don’t even want to go into my MOM! She wanted me to be a secretary. My brother and I also discovered after her death that she really did not want us at all. All the relatives came out of the woodwork after she died and said, “She never wanted either of you especially you” Well, that was a really fine thing to find out. My Dad was the best, and I always listened to him. He was a Fire Chief for over 30 years, and never made it past the 9th grade. He served in the Korean War and was my biggest hero. Oh, my brother was a U.S. Marine.
That was an awful thing for your relatives to say to you and your brother – even if it was true (which is may not have been). It is such a good thing that you had a close relationship with your dad.
Oh, it was true. When my brother and I got back to her home after she died, there was no evidence that we had ever existed. All family photos were gone except ones of her alone. The house had multiple items from her childhood that we had never seen. My Dad had passed away a couple of years earlier and I told her to please keep all his paperwork with all her important papers. Gee, guess what they were gone! We finally found them buried in an old cupboard in the basement.
I’m so sorry she was like that.
I cannot understand relatives doing that. I have often wondered if my ex-s nephew ever found out that his abusive father wasn’t really his father. Everybody in a small town knew it, except him. It was even openly talked about. Blew me away.
My mother wasn’t like that. She came from a family that was very critical and that was what she knew. She just passed it on. Although I didn’t understand that until I was grown. When I was in my middle teens she told me to enjoy life because it is happiest when you are a child. It gets bad when you are a grown up and have to take care of yourself. She never knew I nearly gave it all up over that. I was a miserable child.
I’m sorry to hear that. My brother and I never really realized that something was different when we were kids. My Dad made sure we had a great childhood. We played outside all the time. We had cars and motorcycles. It was not until Mom passed away that we figured it out. Mom did not want us in the house. Dad made sure we were outside and having fun. When I was in my middle teens, my Mom’s standard goodbye every morning heading out to school was “your hair looks like shit.”
My mother was just always super busy, in a snit, yelling orders, objecting to whatever decision one of us had made, complaining about having too much to do, etc. That was really frustrating when I felt I was trying to help all I could.
Are you my sister from the same Mother? My Mom barked orders all day long. Probably the reason I did not have any trouble in the Air Force basic training. She was obsessed with the acorns that fell from our Oak tree. We had to pick up every one. After she died the house went back to the mortgage company. They had one of those evil reverse mortgages. I won’t go into the details. I was the last one to leave the house. We had cleaned it up quite well and removed all the furniture. Some to relatives and some to a great charity that helped people who had their houses burned. My Dad was a Fire Chief and he would have liked that. The last thing I did (amongst others we did) was to gather acorns and throw a couple in every room of the house.
My mother really knew me in some ways and she did really nice things for me. Like three formals for dances in my late teens: one was borrowed, one was from Goodwill, and one was bought from a friend. Each was without my input and each fit perfectly and was exactly what I wanted. On the other hand, every decision I made was met with “Are you sure you want to do that?” It totally undermined my decision making ability. My parents built an addition onto our house and lived in it and I helped take care of each one until they died.
y Mother told me what to wear every day of my life until I left for the Air Force. She did not tell y brother or me that our Father was dying. We found out anyway an rushed home. She tried to call me all day to tell me to stay away! A dear family friend called me while in rout and told me she was refusing to let me in the house. He said “Don’t worry, we will get you I one way or the other” I was a day late. Dad was comatose when I got there. He died two days later. I stayed for another 10 days to get the paperwork done for my Mom. It was a long and trying 10 days. Required copious consumption of adult beverages!
OMG I am so sorry. My mother was easier to deal with in the last couple of years before her death. She had to pay more attention to herself and less to me. My problem was to not fall into treating her the way she had treated me as a child. I did pretty well. I had to catch myself a few times, though.
I was a brand new airman and stationed at Charleston AFB. My temporary barracks was right next to the WAF barracks…woo hoo, hot thing for a bright and shiny, newly minted airperson.
One night we were awakened by sirens and flashing red lights, Air Police were raiding the WAF barracks arresting lesbian WAFs caught ib an undercover investigation. Fast forward 10 years, I’m now an Army Combat Engineer and not only are recruiters beating the bushes for bodies and admin staff resorting to courts martial behaviors to lie about troop strengths but Carter sorta liberalized the ‘women in combat positions’ rule. We had four women engineers who not only passed the tests we had at that time to be an engineer but beat therap out of many of the guys in the strength areas, all four eere built like tanks. No one asked, no one cared and we got our unit strength gigures back to where we were only using Article 15 methods to keep our strength figures above water.
Got me thinking…..I came in under LBJ and served under every POTUS through Bush II. I mercifully retired six months before the POtuS was elected, thanks be that I never had to make the decision to serve or go AWOL under him…and I thought Carter and Clinton were pieces of rat s……
Our President of the United States and The First Lady of the United States just completed a world trip and made us proud where ever they went. I couldn’t be more proud.
Jeepers, sounds like you ain’t been listening to CNN, ABC, CBS, NBC…..
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