[sub]Due to the potential volatility of the subject matter, I’ve pre-cleared this thread with the mods. See the ‘Fine Print’ below.[/sub]
This thread has been seven years in the making; through dreams and screams, I’ve been chasing a slot into EOD School for most of my Air Force career. Tomorrow, I report in to NAVSCOLEOD, and will get set up with my initial class start date.
I say chasing because I’d had a slot earlier on, but passed it up that year as a member of my family had developed a brain tumor and I wanted to stay close to her—that’s how I ended up in RED HORSE. While with the HORSE, I’ve had good bosses encourage me to press for another slot, and bad bosses either hem and haw, or just outright stonewall me. It’s the latter two that put me into a cubicle job in Georgia, where I was absolutely miserable. I need to go get things done, and earn my keep through sweat. I’ve been blessed in life with good intelligence, a good, sturdy workin’ pair of hands, and a work ethic. And as of the 18th of August, I’ve been blessed with a wonderful wife for our first full year together, who fully supports me in pursuit of my dream job, even if she doesn’t fully understand my motivation [sub]I think she does though. . .[/sub].
But why EOD? Because not many people are willing to do it—it’s the challenge of the work, and knowing that not many people want to do the dirty job. Further, there’s a damn good market in it later on in life, and I can parlay the knowledge after the Air Force into some really good possibilities. It’s a terrific skill set, and I want to learn a good trade. Pilots get their wings. Doctors get their . . . stethoscopes (or caduceuses, or whatever). I’ve found my niche, and I want to earn that badge.
So, I’ve arrived at Eglin AFB, and tomorrow starts one of the most exciting chapters I could ever hope to write in my life’s story. Yes, I know the risks. But I know the silent, stoic payoff as well. I’m getting a little ahead of myself with posting this thread, since I was going to wait until I graduated to post an “Ask the guy on the Bomb Squad!” thread, but I’m bursting with excitement right now. Next spring, I’ll start the other, new thread.
I ain’t there yet (dun’ graduated). But I aim to be soon. . .
[sub]The Fine Print:
- I will not give you any information on how to build an explosive/incendiary/dangerous device—even if you claim it’s just ‘for a prank.’ Nor will I tell you how to how to safely handle one. So, don’t ask. Just call 9-1-1 (or whatever your local emergency numbers are). 2. I do not condone anyone except trained professionals (of which I hope to become) handling the aforementioned dangerous goods. Put it down, Gomer—you’re gonna get hurt. 3. I ain’t going to give you any classified information. Again, don’t ask. 4. I ain’t working for the CIA, FBI, NSA, etc. I am not tracking who’s posting, nor do I care. I am not trying to “fish for terrorists."[/sub]