As a hard-working, muscle-bound farm boy, I spent many days toiling in the sun, a conditioning I fondly remember. Running a mile, non-stop, in that hot San Antonio sun was a demand the Air Force put on me that I thought was impossible. They showed me otherwise, and I was impressed with myself and thankful to the service for enlightening me on my potential. That enlightenment continued in chow hall, where they replenished my reserves like a farm boy feeding the horses. The remainder of the four-year hitch was filled with a young man's dreams of the world. Thank you Uncle Sam for making me do, through the draft, what I later found was what I really wanted to do.