My last day in the Air Force

This was just fifty years ago, a Wednesday, to be precise, as the next day would see my freedom from the asinine prison that was mandatory conscription.

I entered that jail on November 3, 1967, which would totally waste close to 16 months of my life.

On the eve of my liberation, I had no idea what my future might be, except for perhaps starting a real job, doing something somewhere, or maybe, embark on a dream career as a ski instructor that might take root if I passed a technical ski exam scheduled for the upcoming weeks.

Nothing was etched in stone, I was somehow elated, but in a total state of blur, my life has been frozen for too long and I needed to restart it...