You wrote : "True story and don't worry about a link either!"I graduated from Fort Hunt High School in 1969 and it was just north of Fort Belvoir where my father worked for LTG Harry W.O. Kinnard. But one night in the Fall of 1968 my dad had to work late so he called home and mom put his diner in a "brown bag" and I drove the family station wagon out to him.
I checked in through the MP desk and then headed up to the third floor of CDC. As I walked down the darkened hallway someone started to yell,'Stop intruder, stop intruder" and I turned to see this man running towards me. At that second my dad popped out of his office and said, "Sir, he is with me". And that was the first time I met Gen. Kinnard.
The following Spring I had to go to the Pentagon to get a flight physical as I was trying to go to Army flight school. So I rode into work with my dad and took the shuttle bus from Fort Belvoir to the Pentagon.
As part of my physical they dilated my eyes and since I had not brought any sunglasses they gave me the dorky looking cardboard sunglasses and I caught the shuttle bus back to Fort Belvoir.
I was sitting in my dad'd office waiting for him to get off work and ride home with him when Gen. Kinnard stepped into his office. My dad say, "Sir, you remember my son from last Fall" and he gave me a funny look as I still had the dorky cardboard sunglasses on and I said, "I going to flight school"!
True story and don't worry about a link either!
Oh, I am middle row, third from the right!
I started with WORWAC Class 70-19 at Fort Wolters, TX and graduated WORWAC 70-71 at Fort Rucker, AL
Feeling pangs of guilt and remorse? I would.
I'm not sure, after Gen Kinnard yelled intruder at you with your brown lunch bag that I'd trust that General's cool under fire.