For some reason, I was sent to an Air Force Base for my initial Army physical exam. Most of the guys in the waiting room were Air Force personnel getting their retirement physicals.
They mildly teased me. ("You seem like a nice guy, but I think you're crazy to go into the Army.")
Not that the teasing didn't go in the other direction. During training I watched some Army artillery officers spoofing the Air Force in an effort to encourage the young soon-to-be Army officers to opt for the Artillery Corps.
One of them portrayed a dandified Air Force officer who pulled handkerchiefs out of his sleeves while swinging a golf club and declaring that air support was simply not possible because there was a small cloud in the distance.
That, of course, allowed an artillery gun crew to pull up and quickly fire off some rounds.
All joking aside, I never saw anything but a high level of respect for all of the services. There was an acknowledgement that each had an important mission.
Because each of them did.
[Photo by Joe Ridley/Beth Martin at Unsplash]
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