About an hour from where Belle's daughter lives in Missouri is a little town called Knob Noster. The home of Whiteman AFB, it must be a great place to live. And a poor place to get TDY. I don't know how Air Force bomber crews handle it. For example.
Yesterday, these fools loaded up, flew to Iran, bombed the crap out of it. Then turned around a flew home. If it was me, an old cavalry trooper, I would have been tempted to have engine trouble somewhere over... I dunno... Italy. Maybe found a place to eat pasta.
Not these crews. No, hell no. They flew back to Knob Noster. I've been to Knob Noster, and there isn't much to recommend it. Nice Base Exchange, small commissary. I believe I would have stopped in Italy, or Spain maybe. Or, the Azores? I hear it's nice in the Azores. Not these crews, we're going to Knob Noster.
Well done, Air Force.
Kudos also to the submariners who showed then how to launch a targeted missile strike. Well done!
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