While this is anecdotal (but is from ME!!!) I throw this out there for you to ponder:
One of my best friends is a retired SGM from 5th SFG. He's 67yo. A mutual friend of both of ours, let's call him Mike, is a 69yo retired Army (Vietnam vet) and civil service guy. [yeah, some of my buds are ancient! ] I hang out in my SF buddy's shop on most weekend afternoons, working on guns/BS'ing/drinking a cold brewski. Mike comes over every now and then.
We were all three in the shop on June 28th (a Sunday) for a couple hours, sitting maybe 5-6 feet apart and fixing the world's problems. Mike was tested for COVID the next day, June 29th. About a week later he got positive results back. So we know he was positive as of June 29th, and probably safe to assume he was the day prior also. Mike is a man of few words and when I asked him why he got tested he wryly said "Just wanted to run their numbers up!" (he meant testing numbers, not that he felt bad).
Found out last Friday that Mike was sick. He had been admitted for 3 days and then sent home with oxygen, antibiotics, and steroids (never smoked, intermittent asthma issues but hasn't for a long time). He was ordered 3 liters of oxygen, and since this is directly in my wheelhouse my wife and I stopped by his house yesterday and dropped off a pulse oximeter on his front porch. We backed up, he came to the door, and I told him how to use it. His sat was 94% on 3 liters of oxygen. Certainly okay by clinical standards, but this dude wasn't on any before this. Told him if he dropped into the 80's with his O2 on to take his ass to the hospital ASAP.
Okay, the TL/DR point? Knock on wood, but neither my retired SF buddy nor I have gotten sick (yet). It's been 3 weeks today that we were all in the shop together.
11C2P '83-'87
Airborne Infantry
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