Had a girlfriend in college with a sorority sister who ended up working for a Big 8 Accounting firm (there were 8 back then....). Her boyfriend--nice enough guy--was the typical BMW driving fraternity guy. He mentioned to me a couple times while I was in the limbo period between graduation and UPT that there was no way he could have been told what do do or worn a uniform, and he respected me but there was NO WAY he could ever do that.

A year later I was going to work in a flightsuit, hanging out with my 25 new best friends, and he was driving to work in Birmingham...working weekends to look good for boss, wearing the standard suit 5 days a week, and his haircut was now about as short as mine. I was sucking air out of a can, wearing a helmet, and doing loops over Mississippi and Alabama while he was doing his thing. I also noticed (thanks Top Gun) that 20-22 year girls didn't care which fraternity you were in during college but loved dating an Air Force officer and student pilot. I've made a few good decisions in my life, and a handful of bad ones, but gutting through the AFROTC BS in college paid off the first week I was in UPT. I've been living on the interest of that investment for almost 30 years since...