Morgan(left) in basic training, Lackland AFB, Texas--Dec 1986
Usually cool and unflappable, I started having a mini-meltdown last night. Everything I did or saw was accompanied by the thought..."well that's the last time you do that in the Air Force"...Ahhhhh my hair is on fire! I think it was lack of sleep that drove me to the brink of madness. I've been laying awake at night thinking of the future and looking back, looking back. I feel as if I'm walking to Final Council by myself and pausing every few feet to pay homage to my fallen comrades who have been voted off the Island prematurely. I don't want to feel like this...this should be a time of joy. This morning I drove to work and out processed with DINFOS in about two hours. I met with the Commadant, who thanked me for "what-not" and gave me a coin, than I met with the Command Sergeant Major who did the same. Around 11:30 I told the class to go to lunch and that I would be taking a long lunch also...They knew what I meant as my box of crap was sitting on my desk...I choked up momentarily. I then took the long walk to my car by myself.
