For 11 months, only I myself, occupied a small cabin as an electron technician, maintaining 11 transceivers that communicated between the radar operators and the fighter jet pilots, that chased the Russian Fighter jets back to Russia. I went to the main site every day to eat and sleep but didn’t really get to know people. I cannot be credited or any heroic deed. I have avoided death and have guilt because of it. I was not in combat because I found a way to avoid it. I left the Army, “Ready Freddy’s“, that were among the first to police Vietnam. I found a way to transfer to the Air Force for another four years and when I checked on what happened to the, Ready Freddie’s, I was told that none of them came back. I have to shamefully admit that I am not willing to give up my life for others. Nevertheless I found out different when my daughter was born.

It was a relief to know that I could give up my life for somebody else.

While in isolation in Alaska, I did get a relief by teaching a Sunday school class of native Alaskan children, every Sunday. They were the only ones that had they close relationship with me and I loved them very much. After a 9.2 Richter scale earthquake in 1964 and a brain injury, I was honorably discharge & got a one month early out to go to college. I did not admit that those children I love so much, were dead until 2004. Up until then I had excruciating and frequent migraines every time I try to relax. As long as I was under pressure, I was OK but at least three times a week I was without stress and became extremely sick. Now, I am too wordy. People don’t want to listen to me because it would take too long. Please forgive me for being so wordy.

I really don’t know why I put this comment here. Please forgive me. Thank you.

Respectfully yours ,

TOM R ILSLEY JR. “I 1800” <-nickname

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