It had all the things that made you feel good, including the things that were good for the soul. For long stretches you’d bury yourself in training, in blissful isolation, good rugged bare-boned isolation, in Low Rent surroundings, in settings that even resembled hallowed Edwards in the old X–I days, and with that same pioneer spirit, which money cannot buy, and with everybody pitching in and working endless hours, so that rank meant nothing, and people didn’t even have the inclination, much less the time, to sit around and make the usual complaints about government work.
