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Originally posted by Darrell Zinck
Hi
Got this in an email from a Friend:
Shocking!!!.................Well, maybe not so much so!!
regards
Darrell
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Darrell...
Not much has changed since I got out in '77....
Starting as an AC2 in '63 I was led a stray by "Others" in viscious nightly rituals in the consumption of vast quantities of that evil implement of liquid torture...warm beer..!!
It wasn't untill after my Trades training in the Refrigeration field that I was forced to cure all the refrigeration woes on various bases and Stations,culminating in the most hidious posting of all ..A three year stint on the Island of Sardinia,Italy...
I landed there in August of '69,which conflicted with my planned attendance at a "training" course in NY at a little place called "Woodstock" and can remember vividly flying over the site ,which was obscured with "Smoke" on my way to Europe,aboard another Air Force Implement of torture,the Yukon...The noise was brutal..and thundered in my throbbing brain....
Mercifully we landed in Lahr and was again forced to wait over night for my Flip to Sardinia...
While again forced to attend the mess ,many double rums were consummed at the outrageous price of .10 a shot....
I awakened the following morning in the flower bed outside the mess and was fortunate to find my gear and get to the flight line only to be packed into a jump seat of another instrument of torture,the Buffalo....
The most exciting aircraft ride of my life then occurred as we flew through a thunderstorm over Corsica....That Buffalo was aptly named as it bucked and kicked and was in every position of the compass before we came out of the storm over the runway at 10000 feet over our Sardinian Airbase,Deccimanno and the pilot did a combat landing....
There wasn't a clean pair of knickers on the flight...
I could go on with the horror stories of abuse that I suffered in my military career...all self inflicted and I wouldn't have missed it for any other life ....I have stories to tell that need telling and I should write a book..but no one would believe half of them except the people that were there...Gallant troopers all...
Per Ardua Ad Astra...
"Through Adversity to the stars"....
