My visit to the Air Force recruiter was short and embarassing.
Like most HS graduates, I really didn’t know what I wanted to do next. I liked flying, and heard the Air Force liked small guys, so one afternoon I dropped in on the recruiter. I was a few weeks short of my 18th birthday, but it took a while to convince the large and rather imposing man that I wasn’t 12.
Finally, he took out a form, and turned to the height-weight chart. Oh. Those were always embarassing as they classified me as “Seriously underweight.” Healthy weight in those days would be classified as “Obese” today. But this chart saved me that embarassment. It started at 62 inches, and I was only 60 inches tall.
And that was extent of my Air Force career.