USAF Medical Clinic Redesign

My mission, if I should choose to accept it: Design a new, medical clinic that will keep the airmen mission-ready for decades into the future. The medical group commander responsible for the project was a full Colonel that wanted the best for her troops but insisted on the optimum use of the designated funds for the project. The Lieutenant Colonel (Lt Col) that she assigned the work to wanted to do it the typical Air Force way. We began the work and quickly identified they could reduce the new clinic’s footprint by fifty percent. We were still meeting demand, working faster, and meeting the target of having no waiting rooms. The Lt Col didn’t believe it could be done.

As always, there was some pushback. The Lt Col became an active resistor to the new possibility. We pushed with data. Ultimately, it was a compromise between our capability and their comfort level with the approach. Although they ended up adding some space back for their peace of mind and comfort, it was a great result. The output thrilled the Colonel. I earned a commander’s coin for that work. That clinic now serves as a model for the Air Force. What happened with the Lt Col? He was unceremoniously pushed on to his next role.

I loved this project, not because we were achieving our mission to improve the accomplishment of their mission, but because it was a base with fighter jets. In junior high, I had dreams of becoming a fighter pilot. I wanted to fly the F-15 Eagle. It was the premier fighter jet during the ‘80s. I had models of it, drew pictures of it, and stood in awe at its performance at the annual air show. However, my dreams died when I got glasses to correct my nearsightedness. Although, the F-22 replaced the F-15 and the F-35 is replacing the F-22, there were still some F-15s around on this base.

During my training runs in the evening, there was a road next to the airstrip that the F-15s would use. One run allowed me to “race” an F-15 as it taxied down the runway. I shared my story with the Colonel and the next day I was standing in a hangar, climbing into the cockpit of my childhood dream. We didn’t go out for a flight, but I was sitting in the jet, looking at gauges and controls of this once-elite fighter. I loved it.

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