Question For old Vet's like me....

Amarillo AFB Texas, Dec 1966, some how your serial number is a number you will never forget no matter how old you are, it sticks with you, just like your D.I. mind was Ssgt James & Ssgt Davis.
I also went Acft Mechanic school, BMT 3349 Squadron, after graduations off to Norton AFB Calif working on the C141A Starlifter.
Now to the funny things, years later in 2013 since I go to lot car show, I meant this guy with 1965 GTO that looked familiar but couldn't place him till he said was a instructor at Tech school, next week brought my graduation class picture with him has our instructor, small world.
 
when I started working for a company in Ft. Collins one the guys in the repair department was a flight engineer on the C-118 medavacs at Rhein Main AB
 
Great Lakes mid 1960s. Remember my 6 digit number and my CC- Mr Atwell and the first class in charge of our water safety instructions, Gomez. (he was a torpedo-man thought it was appropriate) Most everything else other than doing a lot of pushups, marching in the middle of the night on the grinder is pretty well blacked out!:D
 
I was at Great Lakes in 1969. I remember my service # and that's about it. Our instructor was a snipe chief - about the only they could get shore duty. I don't know his name or our company #.
 
Don't remember much except places and years
1965 Ft Jackson SC. DI name was, Yes Sergeant!
Infantry AIT, Fort Dix, NJ. DI name was, Yes Sergeant!
Ft Benning GA stand up, hook up, shuffle to the door school.
 
Mine was A1C Hughes, an amazing man. He was a Christian and I never heard one bad word come out of his mouth. Yet he could make you feel very small and chastised in nothing flat. He knew how to lead, discipline and build up people with firmness and authority. Great intro into the Air Force. Sometimes we are lucky to meet unique individuals. This was in 1966. I think in a way he had an effect on my later life to become a Christian and pastor.
 
Company 059, Orlando Fla, 1969. Company Commander ABH1 Rowe. B34 72 36. He told us there were two things we would never forget. His name and our service numbers. He was right. Dean
 
Basic training was Aug.66 to Oct. 66, I remember my service number, but not the flight number or squadron, TI's names. I stayed on at Lackland AFB to attend Air Police school.
 
Here's another "old vet" question (yes, I remember my service number more readily than my social).

I noticed a few of years ago when I was in DC watching the guards at the Tomb of the Unknowns, that when they stand at attention, their feet are together heel and toe. I've also noticed this in recent photos of service men and women standing at attention. In my days in the '60s, we stood at attention with the toes of our shoes splayed apart at something a little less than a 45-degree angle per the drill regulations. This always made sense to me, because I believed that it made maintaining your balance easier with that wider base.

What's up with this? New regulations on the position of attention?

John

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Why does your icon say US Army?

I knew this would come up someday. :o I served in the USMC from 1955 to 1964. I was in a job I disliked with little chance of changing it. (Instructing electronics at MCRD San Diego) I had arrive there from a job I loved with the Marine Aviation Detachment at Pt. Mugu California. I got out and went up to Spokane, WA.

At Spokane with the thought of a boring civilian job waiting for me, I was talked into enlisting in the Air Force, keeping my rank(E-6), and going to Spain. I called the people I was supposed to start work for and told them I was going to Spain instead.

I loved Spain, but the Air Force--not so much.

I heard about the Army Warrant Officer Program, applied and was selected. I finished my service as an Army warrant officer, hence my Army Icon. :D
 
I guess I have CRS.

I can't remember the flight number, the squadron, my two TI's names or much else about the Air Force's six-week scout camp. The only numbers I remember are starting basic at 160 lbs, graduating at 185 and my 32-inch waist not fitting into my size 28 jeans anymore.

I stayed at Lackland for 10 days in the "Casual Squadron" waiting for a class start date at Goodfellow AFB, in San Angelo, Texas, to learn to be a 20230, comm analyst. My "duty" was a mess checker for the foreign language dining hall. Boring, but I only had to pull it three times in 10 days.

Bob Hope would say, "Thanks for the memories," but I don't have many of back then.
 
I knew this would come up someday. :o I served in the USMC from 1955 to 1964. I was in a job I disliked with little chance of changing it. (Instructing electronics at MCRD San Diego) I had arrive there from a job I loved with the Marine Aviation Detachment at Pt. Mugu California. I got out and went up to Spokane, WA.

At Spokane with the thought of a boring civilian job waiting for me, I was talked into enlisting in the Air Force, keeping my rank(E-6), and going to Spain. I called the people I was supposed to start work for and told them I was going to Spain instead.

I loved Spain, but the Air Force--not so much.

I heard about the Army Warrant Officer Program, applied and was selected. I finished my service as an Army warrant officer, hence my Army Icon. :D
I knew by the 154 that was a salty#. Put all three up there you earned it
 
Like two-bit, I can't remember my flight number but I'll never forget SSgt Salazar. A 5'10" square jawed wedge of a man who was a recruiting poster on how to wear a uniform.

His were tailor made with knife edge creases and his shoes could blind you. He wore his Smokey hat so low that I couldn't tell you if he had eyebrows or not.

We didn't earn a smoke until two weeks in. We went beside the barracks to the designated smoking circle with the red butt cans and proceeded to hot box them back-to-back. We all damned near passed out.

I, too, spent a boring week in the casual squadron awaiting transfer to tech school at Chanute.


Seems like a lifetime ago.
 
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