Bridget's Service in the Army National GuardSpring 1985 ~ Along with the rest of her unit [not shown], the 145 Public Affairs Detachment, Bridget Smith visited Ft. Sill, Oklahoma for weapons qualifications with their .45 handguns and gas mask training. I don't remember ever getting to the gas mask training, but the summer heat we endured sure was enough suffering.
November 1984-November 1990
~ Oklahoma and Oregon ~
Military weapons qualifications was not a big deal because in her family the custom was always to make sure each child growing up knew how to fire the loaded shotgun that was always stored propped up behind the front door. No one ever had to use it, but it was comforting to know it was there in case we needed it.
As part of our visit to Ft. Sill, Oklahoma, we received a fun reward: A visit to an unique military museum. A fellow soldier took Smith's photo standing next to this Howitzer ~ just one of many large guns on this official Artillery Walk.
I took these two photos of that exhibit not knowing that one day in the future my friend and fellow veteran, Keith Whittle would want these photos for the Atomic Veterans History Project partly because he corresponded with the daughter of one of those who served at the tests where Annie was used.
Smith has always had a penchant for history, all eras. So, this stop was appreciated. A really big item on the walk was The Atomic Annie! It was a major highlight of the outdoor tour.
Digging Far Back into the Past... July, 1974 ~ Rantoul, Illinois ~ Chanute AFB, Aircraft Maintenance School. Me, sitting on the tarmack in front of the B52 we trained on there. It was a three month course. I graduated with high marks, enough to make expectations at my permanent party base unattainable at five-foot-one-inch tall. I'll bet you can guess which one I am. Hint: I'm blonde haired with glasses.
A little closer to now... my time in the Oregon Army National Guard with the 115th Public Affairs Detachment. We were all sent to Camp Rilea on the coast for a few days to train on how to dig fox holes (I'm standing in one! Can you tell which one I am? And, what is that in my hand?), how to survive wet nights and don gas masks in record time, oh, and we needed to put on the rest of the suit..... and while we're at it, let's all write up a story and take photos of our journey. It's what Army journalists do.
At a later time, I'll hope to write up the names of all these fine folk in this photo. The awesome photo journalist, Specialist Bob Serra, front and center, is the one who posed us all and set the camera to do a timed shot, tripod and all. Thanks for taking this photo that I've forever been grateful to have as a memory of our time training in the sand. Boots were never so heavy as they were on this trip. October 1987, approximate for now. By this time, I had been graduated from the University of Oklahoma with a BA in journalism and a BA in political science (December 1982). After working a while at Norman Cable TV and for the Oklahoma Army National Guard, I traveled from Oklahoma to Oregon to find my home. I was grateful for the opportunity that this unit offered me. Thanks, Major Lewis, et al! Perhaps I'll write more in the future about the rest of my Army Guard time.
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