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Subject:  Re: OCS Class 58B Web Site
Date: Mon, 15 Nov 1999 10:01:05 -0500
From: "Robert Fields" iambob@borg.com

Ollie:

A very ambitious project indeed. The following is a thumbnail description of Bob Fields since June 20, 1958.

June 20/58 thru May/60 I stayed at Lackland as a weapons inspector since they did not know what else to do with me.

June/60 thru Nov/62 University of Arizona under the AFIT Program to study engineering.

Dec/62 thru May/66 Electronics engineer/program manager at RADC in Rome, NY.

June/66 thru May/68 University of Chicago Graduate School ( AFIT again) for MBA.

June/68 thru May/72 Back to RADC as Program Manager.

May 1, 1972 retired and stayed in Rome, NY.

Although I had been selected for Lt Col, I elected to leave the Air Force, which meant declining the promotion. In June of 1971 I lost my oldest child, Linda, in a car accident. Six months later I was in a collision that resulted in the death of two people. They had been drinking and hit my car head-on after crossing in to my lane. While in the hospital, I did some reflecting, and decided life could indeed be short. I decided to leave and spend time with the family on a farm we had bought in upstate NY, near Rome.

Since then I have either managed or owned Technology companies, specializing in telecommunications. One of them, which I started in 82 I took public in 84. Great experience. I left that company in 85 and since then have been involved in startups and investment banking. I am at the moment involved in my latest deal a software company specializing in telemarketing (the deal that calls you every evening at dinner time to sell you something). You can see it at www.softexdialers.com.

Over the years I have not encountered my classmates too often. Saw Kuttenkuller at Rome, Denny Foscarini when he was at Wright Patt, and Jim Colvig in Viet Nam. Carl Kelly was here at Rome when I came here in 1962. And while at Lackland saw John Quinn, who at the time was launching his entertainment career with a bit role in THE ALAMO with John Wayne. Lately I have hooked up via email with Emily Z, Denny, John, and Jim Colvig.

My hobbies have been raising and training Quarter Horses, and running. Raised one US National Champion, and a 4 time Canadian Champion. Have run a couple of marathons (4 hours).

Still married (47 years) to my childhood sweetheart. Two kids have done well. No complaints about life so far.

When I had the public company, I was often asked ( at meetings with Brokers to promote the stock), how I accounted for the success in business. In every case, my answer was the same; " Everything good that has happened to me in life I attribute to my training at OCS". The teamwork, the discipline, the demands on organization of time, all carried over in to everything I did after graduation.

Those six months were life altering. I went in wondering if I had what it took to make it through the first few weeks. I left wondering how long it would take me to become Chief of Staff!

That's it in a nutshell!

Bob

Click Here for the ONLY known PHOTO of Bob since OCS Graduation

We Just Received a 2nd Photo of Bob "Click Here" 

 

 


Subject: Memoreis of time on the Hill
Date: Tue, 30 Nov 1999 11:29:52 -0500
From: "Robert Fields" iambob@borg.com

Dear Ollie:

Things I remember:

I remember going to bed at night in wet nylon underwear

I remember being thankful for my height when I saw how tough is was for the short classmates that were a tad heavy.

I remember meeting Gordon Brymer when he came back from the ramp on Sundays. I would bath his feet as if he were Jesus and I was Mary Magdalene

I remember Jack Walsh being so effective at terrorizing under classmen that a kid, on only the second day in school, while being "trained" by Jack and I, dropped to his knees and prayed for help from God and deliverance from all of this. Jack and I both walked away with tears in our eyes. The guy left school the next day.

Jack Walsh was so effective he would cry while chewing a guy out, and then when the guy started to cry, Jack would dry up and chew the guy out for showing emotion. Damn, he was good.

I remember being so envious of Jim Colvig being able to breeze through the academics. He would actually write book reports while marching to school in formation. He was also better at telling jokes, better at sports, and better at drinking beer. He was (and still is) a man's man.

I remember the wives sneaking in candy and cigarettes in boxes of Tide.

I remember the night Denny Foacarini's baby was born. He was a Mormon and I tried to talk him into at least drinking a coke in celebration. I remember what he did, but I won't say.

I remember Gordon Brymers pants were tailored so many times that by the end of Month two, he had lost so much weight his back pockets overlapped.

I remember going to sick call and a nurse telling me that Officer Candidates were the best looking foulest smelling group on Lackland.

My wife was not with me until the final month of school. So on Club Nights, rather than just sit around looking dumb, I would dance with OC Frances P DeLee. I remember she was tall and warm and tons of fun. People began to talk some about it during the week. Once at mealtime (remember how we would have the under class do
"little known facts" or whatever), OC Butera was asked to do something, and he took the salt and pepper shakers on the table and performed a marriage ceremony with me as the salt and OC DeLee as the pepper. He claimed it was the schools first inter racial marriage.

I remember how fast OC Maj Agee could post as Adjutant.

I remember how Carl Kelly talked and looked like he was already a Full Colonel. Big chest, ramrod straight, firm demeanor.

I remember Officer Candidate Snailfrocky, D.G.

I remember doing the base retreat ceremony at base HQ. We had to press our pants, and then stood on a table and be lowered into them, without bending our knees, so the pants would not wrinkle.

I remember watching General Hospital in the Wheel House while waiting for the afternoon formation.

I remember the Military Funeral Ceremony for mice as we flushed them down the toilet.

I remember John Quinn always with that faraway look in his eyes, as if all was well...not to worry.

I remember, and still live by some of the "memory work" we were compelled to do. I have often used "If you work for a man in heavens name, work for him. Speak well of him.....etc ..etc". Good words to live by in the Military or in business.

I remember writing our squadron song, and thinking I must be a closet Irving Berlin because the tune just popped into my head. Years later I recognized the tune as Leroy Anderson's Syncopated Clock. End of music career.

I remember Cooter had bowed legs which made him the only guy that looked funnier than me in shorts.

There was a tall guy in second squadron (6'7") that I used to wait for every night after the evening meal. When he came back to the barracks, I would be in his room. He would throw himself "against the wall", and I would walk up under his nose and look up and ask him who was the tallest man on the hill ( I was 6'5"). If he said his name I would chew him out for being taller than his commander. If he said I was, I would chew him out for lying. I had fun, but I suppose it made his life miserable. Fact is, I liked him a lot and spent time talking with him more civil like during the last two weeks. He wound up on the first group staff as 1st class.

I remember how important it was to mix the liquid starch with HOT water so it would mix good.

I remember how the armpit on a used sweaty shirt smelled after spraying it with starch and touching it with a hot iron.

I remember the first half on 58 as being the best time of my life.

Bob Fields