At home in Sunnymead, California just outside March Air Force Base. I was 29 years old at the time, had been married 8 years and had two children. I was really disappointed because I was not sitting at one of those consoles in Houston. Unknown to me I had been offered a controller job in Houston when I was working in the command post of the 44th Strategic Missile Wing at Ellsworth AFB, South Dakota. BUT, my boss, a colonel, decided that he could not spare me from the piddling job I was in despite several replacements being already on hand in the form of missile crewmembers hitting their four year point on crew and requiring to be moved to new jobs. One month later he approved my transfer to 15th Air Force Hq at March AFB. I find it hard to forgive him even 52 years later.