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commanding officer and his team. Our job was to take raw data from the
                war and turn it into relevant information.




                Life-or-Death Information



                As an information officer, I gained a tremendous respect for information.
                Prior  to  Vietnam  I  never  thought  much  about  the  subject.  In  school,  I
                thought the study of information was a joke. To me, information was just

                data, mindless facts and figures, dates and times to be memorized in order
                to pass tests. In Vietnam, information was more important. It could mean
                life or death for my fellow pilots.
                    Today, I believe that I am a better entrepreneur and investor because of

                my  position  as  information  officer.  Today,  I  know  that  information  can
                mean life or death in war and the difference between being rich or poor in
                business.




                Information More Important Than Life



                In the process of preparing to go to Vietnam, we were trained to process
                infinite bits of information and be able to make split-second decisions under
                intense pressure. If we did a good job processing the information, we lived.
                If we didn’t, we risked death. Once I realized that my life and the lives of

                others were dependent upon the quality of information I received, it became
                more important than even my own life.
                    In  a  previous  book,  I  wrote  about  the  first  day  I  came  under  fire  in
                Vietnam. I described the fear as well as the realization that the guy firing at

                me wanted to go home as much as I did. In the book, I related my crew
                chief’s  words  of  wisdom  reminding  me  that  in  war  there  was  no  second
                place,  no  silver  medal.  It  was  gold  or  nothing.  Watching  real  bullets
                screaming up at us, I realized school days were officially over. As we flew

                towards our death, years of training and information were being processed
                into one decision, one action. The good news is that my crew and I returned
                home that night. Sadly, the Vietnamese on the ground didn’t. There was no
                second place.
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