During my air force days I was in an outfit that stayed on the road constantly. We were out over 300 days a year, mostly eastern us, but a little cross the pond. We did only new installation telephone cable and fiber optic. I drug a boat around with me some, and fished wherever I could. I don’t even remember which base I was at now, but one pond we fished on a base was end of the runway. B52s and KC135s taking off right overhead would deafen and blow your hat off if you didn’t hold on. I was always amazed at how dirty those B52s ran - pouring out black smoke as they climbed.
I remember getting politely asked to leave one night on Eglin, we were out on one of the range ponds and security comes roaring up in a bronco, says ya’ll can’t be here, they’re fixin to drop a (some combo of letters and numbers) next range over the hill. We left. It sounded mean whatever kinda bomb it was.
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