These things drop like flies. Especially in training. There’s a hill right off the approach end of runway 08/26 called “Five Spot Hill”. There are five caves at the top that look like the five spots on a dice, hence the name. This MQ-1 smacked right into it while trying to land. Nothing like crashing [...]
Have you seen Skippy’s List on the internet? I hereby present Chippie’s List. Feel free to add to the list but don’t make shit up. You won’t have to. The list is restricted to Hahn AB.
My grandmother “Oma” died in 1971. Then I started having dreams. The dreams came daily, then weekly then every month or so. I kept having them for years but it was every so often.
You might think these stories are Urban Legends, but they’re not.
Joint Base Charleston had it’s airshow today. We planned to have a fun filled family day with kids and grandkids. That lasted about 30 seconds. The eight mile trip to the base took two hours and 20 minutes. Bumper to bumper in the left lane. Why we didn’t use the right lane that was moving [...]
On May 25th 1982, Squadron Leader Roy Lawrence and his RIO Lt. Alistair Inverarity of RAF 92 Squadron were sitting in their McDonnell Douglas Phantom FGR.2 XV (SN: XV422) on ZULU alert at RAF Wildenrath.
When I was 11 or 12 (1970ish) Boy Scout Troop 159 went to camp in Pico Blanco. Shit got weird.
The number of homeless veterans in the Low Country is hard to determine. We know one personally. We call him “Forest Brian”. Just like countless of veterans, Brian lives in the woods and forests which line the roads and highways in the Charleston area. Officials claim a recent drop of the homeless vet population of 35%. Many question this statistic.
1978 was a bad year for the Thud drivers at George AFB. It was said you could go down to Thud Ops and watch pilots push each out of the door. Pilot A: “You fly the Bitch!” [shove] Pilot B: “Oh Hell no! I flew this morning. You fly the Bitch!” [shove] The truth was [...]
I was issued at Fort Lee, Virginia. After that, I was stationed in Orleans, France and Fort Carson, Colorado. We retired to Fort Ord, California. Then I joined the Air Force and made two Brats of my own. By the time I was nine, I could polish combat boots to a glass finish, jump a [...]