Living in base Housing Mather AFB in the 80's. Wife was a Lt in the Med Corps at the hospital. Neighbor on the one side was a B52 driver, his assigned ride was older than he was. Kinda uptight but ok. He would go to the underground ready area for weeks at time . Their B52's were loaded and ready on the pad. I dealt with really big bombs in the Marines and recognized the security measures.
Across the street was a young Fighter jock who flew T37 Tweets giving rides to the navigation students. He was in his 20's from the South with an old pickup truck that had a Rebel Flag for a headliner. Loved talking to him as he was just waiting to get to a real fighter squadron. He talked about going up with his students and getting them to puke. I was jealous when he talked about arraigning flights on those days with piled up fluffy clouds and chasing other T37's around in mock dog fights. His boots were worn at the heels from the rudder pedals.
Don
Across the street was a young Fighter jock who flew T37 Tweets giving rides to the navigation students. He was in his 20's from the South with an old pickup truck that had a Rebel Flag for a headliner. Loved talking to him as he was just waiting to get to a real fighter squadron. He talked about going up with his students and getting them to puke. I was jealous when he talked about arraigning flights on those days with piled up fluffy clouds and chasing other T37's around in mock dog fights. His boots were worn at the heels from the rudder pedals.
Don
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