I started with the USAF back in February of 2003 as an AMMO troop.  I spent most of my time  in AMMO career overseas, storing, inspecting and building multiple air dropped/launched munition systems.  A year in S. Korea, 2 in Okinawa with my last base being Elsworth AFB in SD.  I was deployed to Al Udeid AB in support of OIF/OEF when I first heard about career enlisted aviators.  The thought of flying other than as a passenger sparked a desire to do what I needed to do to cross train.  Many months of tech schools, survival schools and more tech schools later I was issued my first set of flight suits (the bag) and was assigned to my first operational squadron, the 965AACS.  I an Airborne Radar Technician.  What a job. But it wasn't enough.  It felt like I was basically and airborne IT guy.  I wanted to feel like I actually had an impact, and that's when a brand-new program was launched.  Project Liberty was a brand new ISR (Intelligence, Surveillance, Reconnaissance) platform and they needed volunteers.  I had to check it out.  The mission was a simple one, we would provide 24-hour coverage over ground forces providing pattern of life before ops, convoy overwatch, target acquisition all while communicating with ground forces.  After training, I was on a flight heading to Afghanistan for 6 months.  It was this deployment when I was most affectionately given my call-sign.  My girlfriend and her family would send care packages to the squadron which would always contain snacks.  Flying definitely makes you hungry.  One month they sent me more mini muffins than I could ever eat alone.  So, every flight I would bring a few packages up on the flight and offer them to the crew.  One flight in late spring we were called away from our primary mission to support a TIC (troops in contact).  When this call hit, you stopped everything and engaged.  After an hour of intense firefights on the ground with the occasional drops from bones (B-1s) and fire close ground support from the hogs (A-10s) the surviving enemy forces were driven back and friendly forces were able to evac back to safety. We were now heading toward our primary mission.  While setting up comms and reconfiguring our new ETA and time on station I reached in my bag and grabbed a package of mini muffins.  Apparently, my pilot heard the package over comms (stupid hot mic was still on from the TIC) and called back, "Hey muffin, got any more muffins?"  And it stuck for the remainder of what would be my last deployment.  It was during this deployment that for whatever reason, I ended up developing a blood clot (DVT) in my leg.  After being med-evac'd back to the states, I was told that my short flying career and eventually my military career would come to an end.  You can't deploy to combat zones while taking blood thinners much less fly.  Even though my career in flying had come to an end, my call-sign endured.