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Years ago, Stanley Kubrick brought us Dr. Strangelove, a 1964 black comedy about the absurdity of nuclear weapons. It is a seriously great movie and everyone should be required, almost, to watch it. It is on DVD now. Peter Sellers was me.

Who would have thought that barely a decade later(1974-76), I would be living the movie as a USAF missile control officer. I was an Air Force officer in charge of a nuclear missile, in Kansas. I kid you not. My crew of four,–me, a lieutenant, and two enlisted kids, er, men would go out each day and run the silo. The missiles were Titan IIs, big mothers, one nuke on each missile. We would go down through big steel doors and lock ourselves in the crew compartment, a three story self-contained concrete and steel underground bunker of sorts. Two floors were full of equipment, consoles, radios, testing equipment. The top floor is where we took turns sleeping, because a tour of duty was about 30 hours or so. The job? We were there to maintain the missile and be ready just in case. It was the worst job ever. Imagine having a job where you hoped TO GOD, you never had to really do your job. The missile was down a big hallway, through several sets of steel and concrete doors, and sat about 100 feet tall…each day, we had to inspect a lot of details let me tell you. Mostly, like everyone in the military back then knows, we painted. Instead of cleaning, we painted. Gray.

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Some gory details. It took two people to launch a missile from the silo. Both the deputy commander and me, had to turn keys nearly at the same time after authenicating a series of messages. One guy could not turn both keys at the same time. There were so many fail-safe processes built in the system, I don’t think many would have left the silo even if we had to fire them. They were all aimed at Russia, but we didn’t know exactly.

I hated the job. Imagine being in a power plant type setting, engine and equipment noises with wannabe generals back at the base, just trying and hoping to catch you doing something wrong. Plus, some pressure on you, too. I mean the officers in the silo wore GUNS. You know, just in case. Once I found my enlisted guys playing quick draw with the 45s, from then on I insisted on locking both guns in the safe during my crew shifts. There was a greater risk(accident) of being shot by one of my own guys than some enemy.

What I learned was you can always make something more out of any job. Because we worked such long hours, and weekend shifts counted for extra time off, I volunteered for weekend duty. So I was off most of the normal work week, Monday-Friday. I got extra civilian jobs in downtown Wichita. I worked at an advertising agency, taking the job for free since I had to prove myself to the owner. I worked at the United Way, and had my first startup experience…bought a bankrupt motorcycle dealership from a bank. I sold about 25 dirt bikes to guys on the base in about a month. Bought a Corvette with those ‘winnings.’ Life was good. But for the missile duty.

One early morning pre-duty briefing, we had a shoe and haircut inspection. My boss, a 40-year-old LC, was obviously enjoying this part of his job…making a negative comments on our hair and shoes as he walked down a line of us who had been put into “Attention.”

I put in my papers the next day.

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