Markem wrote:


I was a 462xx Weapons mechanic (fancy name for bomb loader). The KKK
sign just out of Smithfield on the way to Raleigh, the one outside the
base burned down before I got there. What I remember is the BBQ joint
out the back gate, saw a news piece about it when Clinton was POTUS.

Hey - a Muzzle ****er! I was 316X1-L. Sidewinders, Sparrows, Shrikes,
Mavericks, Falcons. They called us Missile Weanies at the time. It was
good to be in missiles... Air conditioned shops in the summer, heated in
the winter, never had to work out in the crummy elements. One of my
roomates in the barracks was a Muzzle ****er too. Nice guy but you just had
to teach them and the 461's (B-B Stackers) so much about life's finer
points - like how to use a fork in the chow hall, etc.

So - you were still there when the F-4's were there. Awesome, eh? The
meanist, most badass jet fighter ever. I used to love driving by the BUFF
alert area on the way to the shop and watching those SAC guys standing guard
around the BUFFs. Used to think to myself - what a ****ty job they have!
Was glad to be in TAC.

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-Mike-