He told me to put my complaints
in writing, which I did, describing the defects or damage in detail, often
including photographs or other exhibits. The poor quality of life-saving
gear that had been sent to us, I wrote, added to the risk of an emergency
bailout from a disabled airplane and escape-and-evasion in hostile
territories.
At work one day, I was called to my supervisor's office.
'Just got a phone call from the front office,' he said. 'You're to report
immediately to Headquarters, Seventh Air Force. The soldier in the Jeep
outside is waiting for you. He'll drive you there. Move.'
Sitting alongside the driver, I wondered what it was all about. The
thought that I had made an error in my work made me nervous. Was I
being called on the carpet because of an injury, or worse, that had
resulted from an improperly packed parachute?
At Seventh Air Force headquarters, I was met at the door by a Colonel,
who cleared me past the security guards. I followed him into an office
that had a sign on the door that read 'Major General White, Commander,
Seventh Air Force'.
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