...and I'm one-eighth blarney-slinger, raise yourself a toast of Bushmill's (none of that pisswilly Jameson's in THIS house).
I'll have to double back, though, and raise another toast, it will be Beam and Coke, for on this date, 46 years ago, I raised my right hand, took the Oath of Enlistment, and began my USAF career, as an enlisted man, Officer Trainee (OT) in Officer Training School. I got on a plane and flew off to San Antonio, TX to Lackland AFB's Medina Annex, where that school was located, and worked my butt off for the next 89 days, becoming one of the last "90-Day Wonders" on 30 May, 1967. Shortly after my class graduated, the course was lengthened a month, 30 more days to earn those butter-bar insignia of a Second Lieutenant (Ensign for you squids).
So, even though I was to become a commissioned officer, for those 89 days in OTS, I was an enlisted guy. Had I failed the program, I would have been an Airman Basic (E-1) at the point of failure, sent across the road to Boot Camp at Lackland AFB. I passed though, graduating in the bottom third of my class, but I graduated, becoming an O-1. I eventually made O-4 (Major).
Yep, I will celebrate today. Life's a bit bleak around here with the gudwife in DNIMOA status (Duty Not Involving Much of Anything), but I'll have a couple shots anyway, after the Visiting Nurse leaves this afternoon.
Since the Oregon Ducks won the PAC-12 Championship last night in Men's Roundball, I might even watch some "bracketology" to see where they get placed with their automatic berth in the Big Dance. I will have to count the shekels to see if there might be enough to make some modest wagers...