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That looks brutal. How long do these flights last?
There are some interesting expressions on a few of those soldiers.
Don't read the comments under the pic
 
Hey it gets them where they are going right?
They did'nt sign up to fly First Class.
I like the picture of the guy in the middle who
still has his helmet on while sleeping.
God Bless our Troops.

Chuck
 
Yeah...

At least they have real seats. My age must be showing.

Yeah, I thought a transport seat was a couple of wide canvas straps. I've never had to fly on one, not being in the service but I think the last time I looked it was a C-141 Starlifter.

I wonder if they have food tray locks that keep the guy in front of you from reclining his seat???
 
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I know a guy on another forum who is a crew chief, avionics tech
on C-17's. He's been on flights hauling everything from fire trucks
to the Presidents limos, "the beast" which he's done recently a few
times.
I left him a note for that picture on the other forum.
Some utoob vid of them doing a dirt strip landing where they took
a couple of fire trucks as I recall. He was the one taking the video
behind the pilots. Some pretty big airplanes..

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYB4BLWSNdw&feature=youtu.be
 
They have seats now? Most of my flying was in C-130's in the '60's. The longest non-stop trip was about 14 hours from Elmendorf, AK to Langley Field, VA.

The seating choices were, the red web style or you could create your own on top of, or underneath the cargo onboard.

Restroom facilities were pretty basic also. Something akin to a bucket. The first troop to use it got to clean it out at the end of the flight.

Those were the days!

Just to add, I made one flight from the Azores to Dover AFB as the lone passenger and cargo on a C-124 Globemaster. I was like a BB in a boxcar. Web seating was the option offered.

LTC
 
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The rarely seen inside of a can of Whoop ***. :D

Well put! :D

During WWII I was a small boy and my late brother was a baby. We traveled by train from Louisville to Chattanooga to stay with my grandparents while Dad was overseas as a war correspondent.

Had to change trains in the middle of the night in Corbin, KY. Both trains were packed solid with GI's. They were sleeping in the aisles and in the spaces between cars. Invariably they made way for my mother, baby brother and me to walk through, and gave up their treasured seats to us.

I hadn't thought of that for a while.

God bless those young people serving today.
 
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