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Ever wonder where your jet wound up? Put in storage at AMARC or maybe flown as a drone and then blew away by some F-22 jock. The lucky ones get put in museums or on a stick or maybe they’re a Gate Guard.
I met Pat in 1977 when we were both stationed at George AFB. We became friends and then he became my flight instructor. he was one hell of a pilot.
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I’ve been at this since 1998, but it seems that I’ve become an overnight sensation.
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Auf! Auf! Auf dem Tisch und SING! Up! Up! Up on the table and SING! So there we were in Munich for Oktoberfest. We walked into the Lowenbrau tent and they were playing Glenn Miller. “In the Mood”. Quite a culture shock, not what I expected. When we finally found a table we were wedged [...]
George AFB, California, 1979. I was the Dedicated Crew Chief for the F-4G 69-0238 “Super Chicken”. I was gassing up for the afternoon go when things went horribly wrong. The R-9 fuel truck stopped pumping and I checked the external tanks to see if they were full. They weren’t. I told the truck driver to [...]