Childers hardly fit the stereotype of a warmongering Strategic Air Command (SAC) officer, eager to nuke the Soviets and bring on Armageddon. For about a year before joining the Air Force, he’d been a late-night radio DJ who played mainly acid rock, spent his days surfing, and had hair down to his shoulders. He wasn’t a hippie, but he also wasn’t harboring any lifelong ambition to become a spit-and-polish military officer.
