My uncle was at Kelly. I use to go over the summers. My cousins graduated from Lackland. Then UNF and Texas southern.
My first time on a base was weird as hell. Walking past fighter jets and airplane hangers, while on my way to the bowling alley or BX/PX, whatever the call it. I’m like y’all don’t have to go anywhere? Everything is right here? I didn’t like that feeling.
lol
It felt dystopian/prison-like
But 11 year old me really wished the keys was in one of those jets and I could sneak in and take that joint for a joy ride
15 foot wall surrounding the whole the perimeter of the base.