As a contributing writer for The Mountain Eagle, I’ve had the opportunity to find many cousins I never knew I had.
I write and talk to many new friends since I retired from the military. Some of these folks never knew anyone who had been assigned to the Pentagon before. They want to know about my job there.
I was always told that being assigned to the Pentagon was like being accepted to the Non-commissioned Officers Academy; only the top 5 percent of military personnel are approved to be there.
I’ve been to both.
Near the end of the Vietnam War, I worked the swing shift in one large wing with civilians and military men and women with top secret clearance. I was assigned this shift as it had the largest workload.
I was the only one from my department that was allowed to go anywhere in the Pentagon.
After 5 p.m. no repairmen could enter the Pentagon to work on any printing equipment, so I was called on to repair a printing press or a copy machine that was malfunctioning in any office. This extra work kept me away from my department for long periods of time.
Every Friday morning at 7 a.m., I had to be at the Pentagon for a meeting with all my NCOs and officers for whatever time it lasted.
My working the night before, trying to get a few hours of sleep, then driving the 50-mile round trip to work, and getting many phone calls from the Pentagon at home caused this old boy to be worn out.
I put in for my retirement and was out in 90 days.
Contributing writer Everett Vanover lives in Fairfield, Calif.