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My Trip to Karamürsel, and Life Afterwards
Joined Air Force in January 1959 with a reporting
date after graduation from High School, hit Lackland in middle of June,
Goodfellow in October, I believe I was counseled in every phase until we
got to the equipment phase of school where things finally made sense.
Left in April for good ol' Turkiye from Charleston.
Got on MATS and was sitting with John Pelechic, he was a C.A.P. pilot I
believe. There was Ron Adams and George Cunningham on board.
Anyway we taxied to the end of the runway and after about five minutes
I remarked to John about how smooth the flight was. Yepper, he told
me we were still waiting to take off. Worry set in.
Went to Azores, then Tripoli. I still
have some of their script. That was about an armpit of the world.
Made it to Ankara and while we were waiting for a flight out, a two engine
plane came in and landed with the left engine on fire. Pelechic made the
remark "That's probably going to be our plane." It was. Had a guy standing
by the engine with a fire extinguisher when they started it up. I had the
privilege of sitting by the window where I could watch that engine all
the way to Istanbul.
Caught a A.F. bus to Mudsite, got assigned
to a quonset hut built for about 20 men and had bunks for 60, had to sidestep
between bunks in order to get to clothes rack or get into bed. Moved into
barracks and had Stanley L. Slapski Jr. and a fellow by the name of Scriminti
for roommates, can't remember who the other roommate was. Later roomed
with Pete and Ralph Jobson. Pete had a Phillips Tape Player he was proud
of. Ralph had a great sense of humor. I treaded water wanting
to get back stateside. Had marriage on the mind.
Block assignment back to Goodfellow, marriage
removed from mind after arrival. Got out in June of '64, tried to sell
insurance. Company and I decided we weren't meant for each
other. Did get married in '62, still have same, plus four boys and three
girls. Have three boys still at home, have seven grandkids, wish
they would stay at home.
Joined the San Angelo Police Department in
July of '64, transferred to Motorcycles in December and was assigned to
Motors until I retired in '95. Turned around and joined the P.D. Reserves
and am still active as the Honor Guard Commander. Active in the local Civic
Theater and try my hand at farming, and in my spare time I just sits and
does nothing.