We need computers at every base, and we need people in place to maintain those systems. Especially at remote bases like in Iraq; they can’t communicate with the rest of the world if they don’t have any communications set up.
My original job title when I joined the Air Force was Communications-Computers Systems Operator. We were essentially a jack-of-all-trades IT profession. If it touched a computer network, we fixed it. So I learned how to maintain and repair satellites, phones, radios, servers, desktop computers, laptops, tablets, GPS trackers, etc. We even built these computer networks from scratch every time we set up a new forward base somewhere, so we needed IT guys in place to get it done.
In 2009, our profession modernized and we were split into dedicated specialties under a new “cyber” umbrella. At that point, I became solely a server administrator; although it took many years for the Air Force to adapt to the change and I ended up being a jack-of-all-trades IT guy for the rest of my career.
A half year before I retired in 2022, the Air Force started shifting our maintenance and repair over to civilian companies and they moved our Cyber Support career field into a Cyber Warfare one; identifying and mitigating cyber threats instead of just being the support/repair guys behind the scenes. But I never got to see that vision play out, as I retired before they’d figured out how to transfer us into the new roles.
When I was in Iraq, I wasn’t allowed to leave our base because it was too dangerous, and us IT guys didn’t have any sort of field missions that required us to be physically present with boots-on-ground forces. Still, that didn’t keep war from coming to our doorstep, and our base was regularly mortared the whole time I was there. I had a few close calls, and even suffered a concussion from a nearby blast that killed 3 of my customers. If I hadn’t gone back to my truck to grab a tool, I would’ve been there in the building with them. That was probably the closest I came to dying, and definitely made me feel less safe, even living and working in bunkers on a military base.
Thank you for sharing your story. It was a very compelling read. I wish you the best of luck and hope that you can still recover from what must have been a truly terrifying time in your young life.
We need computers at every base, and we need people in place to maintain those systems. Especially at remote bases like in Iraq; they can’t communicate with the rest of the world if they don’t have any communications set up.
My original job title when I joined the Air Force was Communications-Computers Systems Operator. We were essentially a jack-of-all-trades IT profession. If it touched a computer network, we fixed it. So I learned how to maintain and repair satellites, phones, radios, servers, desktop computers, laptops, tablets, GPS trackers, etc. We even built these computer networks from scratch every time we set up a new forward base somewhere, so we needed IT guys in place to get it done.
In 2009, our profession modernized and we were split into dedicated specialties under a new “cyber” umbrella. At that point, I became solely a server administrator; although it took many years for the Air Force to adapt to the change and I ended up being a jack-of-all-trades IT guy for the rest of my career.
A half year before I retired in 2022, the Air Force started shifting our maintenance and repair over to civilian companies and they moved our Cyber Support career field into a Cyber Warfare one; identifying and mitigating cyber threats instead of just being the support/repair guys behind the scenes. But I never got to see that vision play out, as I retired before they’d figured out how to transfer us into the new roles.
When I was in Iraq, I wasn’t allowed to leave our base because it was too dangerous, and us IT guys didn’t have any sort of field missions that required us to be physically present with boots-on-ground forces. Still, that didn’t keep war from coming to our doorstep, and our base was regularly mortared the whole time I was there. I had a few close calls, and even suffered a concussion from a nearby blast that killed 3 of my customers. If I hadn’t gone back to my truck to grab a tool, I would’ve been there in the building with them. That was probably the closest I came to dying, and definitely made me feel less safe, even living and working in bunkers on a military base.
Thank you for sharing your story. It was a very compelling read. I wish you the best of luck and hope that you can still recover from what must have been a truly terrifying time in your young life.