Seems like just yesterday when the wall came down. One hundred feet below the plains of S.Dakota we stood watch, listening to the hiss of the air conditioning cooling the equipment racks, the deedle-deele of the comm system and the hated SLFCS!
Those big brass locks that most of us had keyed in a 4 digit combo easily remembered and in spare time, most would try to figure out the combo of their crew partner.
Cartoons on Saturday mornings, the long ride in to the base from Juliett, hot and dusty and speeding all the way. Did I put the classified in the bag? What about the tape? Should we go back just to check?
Maintenance truck coming at us seems like about 90 mph and we're doing 60 in the gravel. See the headlines now in the paper: Missile Crew Crashes with Maintainers at 150 mph.
