Harrison Duff:  

('07) which leaves no immediate family... Military As those who have served with me in the Air Force will attest, my military bio will have to be short and sketchy. From my entry into the Air Force in the Summer of '69, to my retirement in 1990, my service to my country took precedence over everything, even my friends and family. I will now attempt to justify that statement, even to those with whom I served. While in Basic Training at Lackland Air Force Base (AFB) in San Antonio, Texas, I took what the Air Force termed a "bypass test." This one was for drafting, to determine whether I could go directly into that field because the Air Force had the need but not the training facilities. I passed the test and was assigned to the 75th Tactical Reconnaissance Wing at Bergstrom AFB in Austin, Texas (it's now Austin Int'l Airport.) It was then that what seemed an endless background investigation was begun. My position in the 75th required I already possess a Secret clearance because it was an Intelligence unit. After a year or so I was sent for training to become a Photo Interpreter (later to be known as Imagery Interpreter when silver halide crystals gave way to digital pixels, long before your digital camera or mine.) In 1972 I was off to Viet Nam, stationed at the 12th Reconnaissance Intelligence Technical Squadron at Tan Son Nhut Air Base in Saigon. Of my many jobs while there were locating missile sights, AAA sights and supply movements; preparing target folders suggesting ingress and egress routes to limit casualties on our side; and to prepare a Bomb Damage Assessment Report to determine degree of destruction at target and estimate body-count of enemy dead (someone had to do it.) Bad stuff... ~WORK IN PROGRESS (someday, I hope)~