Stories by Les Frazier

The Gold Ring

 GOLD RING ON THE TRAIL

 

We moved to this address in Georgetown, Texas 23 years ago. We bought a lot on a bluff overlooking woods and the South San Gabriel River. Since we were the first to build in the area, woods bordered us on the east, north and west.

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THE TRIP TO GUAM

     Most of the fighter pilots assigned to SEA [Southeast Asia], specifically South Viet Nam, during the war there, were volunteers.  So one must wonder why, when arriving at their duty station, the first order of business was to start counting the number of days left on their tour of duty.  To mark off on a calendar, the number of days remaining and near the end, to obtain a "short-timer's calendar," featuring a drawing of a scantly clad chorus line cutie sectioned off and numbered into l00 parts (see below).

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BAKING SODA AND PETE

In the spring of 1971, the Army of the Republic of Viet Nam (ARVN) invaded Laos in an attempt to cut the southward movement of supplies from China and the Soviet Union by interdicting the Ho Chi Minh Trail.  Called LAM SON 719, most American air units supported the invasion in some manner.    
    Those of us stationed at Phan Rang Air Base, located on the coast of the 
South China Sea, about half way between the southern delta and the 17th 
parallel that divided North from South Viet Nam, were flying the single 

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TRASH HAULER MOUNTAIN

The multi-engine C-123K cargo plane disappeared into the clouds almost as soon as it passed the end of Phan Rang's 9500 foot runway.  The pilot, in an effort to avoid small arms fire, climbed as steeply as a full passenger load would permit.  The surface wind, 15 gusting to 20 knots out of the northeast, assisted the climb, but the pilot, if he were smart, would probably level off at a couple of thousand feet, if cloud tops permitted, as he was only going 26 miles up the Vietnamese coast to Cam Ranh Bay.

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A YOUNG PILOT'S ODYSSEY

We all think we are unique and I'm no different.  Throughout my life, I've 
had odd things happen to me and this rather rambling story is a review of 
five situations that I, but maybe not you, think were quite unusual.
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 In 1959, my duty assignment was Seymour Johnson AFB (SJAFB), Goldsboro, 
North Carolina, the only Air Force base named after a naval aviator.  We were 
flying the F-100C, a single engine, single-seat jet fighter.  My flight 

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