"What is 'MOSS MOUSE' ?..."
Six weeks at Fort Sam Houston cannot impart the military knowledge and leadership developed over years of ROTC training.
That's OK; their dental and surgical skills were second to none.
However, clinical skills alone do not a leader make...
My concerns about the DENTAC commander at Fort Rucker, my initial assignment as an active duty captain, were found to be unwarranted.
Colonel Belman Maddox was the epitome of a leader.
As previously stated, God enabled my first three years in the United States Army to be incredibly rewarding.
Surrounded by board certified specialists...
The Walter Reed and DC experience...
Thanks, Colonel Maddox, for ensuring those three visits to DC occurred during the Cherry Blossom Festival.
REFORGER 82...
The solemn duty as Forensic Officer will never be forgotten; I continue to pray for those eight aviators and their families.
Best of all, the birth in 1983 of my firstborn son, Daniel Kristopher Daw.
That utopia was shattered in 1983 with the Russians murdering hundreds of Korean civilians on KAL flight 007.
Admittedly, that Anchorage to Seoul flight, which I flew after my first return trip to Chattanooga in 1985, produced Spidey Sense stirring.
Walking through the Anchorage airport, I was averting my thoughts of a Soviet interceptor blowing my flight out of the sky.
Their doomed Boeing 747 was enveloped in total darkness. The gentle vibrations that emanated from their transoceanic aircraft provided a soothing environment for a good nap.
Those poor souls, most of whom were soundly sleeping in the first hours of that September morning, would all be called before God as their aircraft broke apart six miles above the Earth.
I can only imagine the children's terror, struggling to breathe as they were hurtling to their death.
Russian bastards...
The explosions of air-to-air missiles awakened the terrified passengers in absolute darkness.
I shudder each time I have played the entire series of events in my mind.
Their plummeting from 35,000 feet into the Sea of Japan took several minutes...
Several minutes.
This flight path is very close to Sakhalin and Russian airspace.
Had the pilot checked his azimuth upon takeoff, he would have noted he was way off course.
His switching to autopilot from his magnetic azimuth was too late; 246 passengers and 23 crew members were doomed.
They met a horrible death.
Two years hence, my flight was in broad daylight with GPS guidance. My thoughts returned to my fond memories of my studly little boy back in Chattanooga.
While awaiting my flight at the Anchorage airport, I recalled the 1964 earthquake, producing a tidal wave that stretched across the Pacific Ocean.
While the Daw family was on Oahu. Hmmm.
Further, I thought of one of the few JAG officers I encountered in the Army who earned my respect. He was stationed with me at Fort Rucker.
Cannot remember his name after these decades, but I distinctly remember his big smile and hideous black rimmed glasses.
Standard Army-issued spectacles...
It was a beautiful sunny day in LA (Lower Alabama); my friend and his wife, who lived only a couple of blocks away, dropped by for a swim in our pool, noting we were outside watching Kris on his flotation device.
After executing a few dives off the diving board, he sauntered over to me after Patty provided refreshments.
While sipping on a pina colada, he shared with me his next assignment, as summer and his tour of duty were waning in Alabama. This would be an accompanied PCS (permanent change of station) tour, as he had sufficient rank for his family to accompany him for the three years.
"Keith, I'm gonna remember this beautiful sun-drenched day."
He then informed me his next assignment would be as an Arctic Warrior at Fort Wainwright, AK.
His swims will be in an indoor pool, I would wager.
Under the 11th
Airborne Division command...
But I digress; the flight was uneventful.
I had a watchful eye scanning that beautiful blue sky as we were skimming just above the clouds.
Not a Soviet interceptor to be seen...