"The Tea Party"

Category: "Misawa"
Les Gar Frazier on Jan. 8, 2021

When a snowstorm was forecast at Misawa, where I was stationed from 1960 – 63, the crew chiefs would put all the F-100s in our hangar.  Watching the chiefs put 21 Huns in a single hangar was like watching Margot Fonteyn and Rudolf Nureyev perform Swan Lake; an orchestrated performance, drilled to perfection and timed with a cesium stopwatch.

    One evening, I realized that I had left my checklist in a Hun that I had flown earlier in the day and since I was headed for nuke alert in Korea at first light by C-130, I went down to our hangar to pick it up.  It was snowing heavily and the world was quiet and dark. However, since the snow had just started, the road was clear to the flight line.  When I open the side door to the hangar, I was surprised to see all the overhead lights on although there were no personal in the hangar.   I was more surprised to hear the old girls talking to each other.  Of course, they were using the Hun communications code so I couldn't understand their actual words, but the LOX whistling, the struts settling, an emergency brake grinding abruptly, fuel sloshing and various creaks, squeaks and groans told me that I had interrupted a tea party.

    I quickly ran to my airplane, opened the canopy, put up the ladder and retrieved my checklist.  Just as quickly, I buttoned up the old girl because I knew she was busy.  I let myself out the door wondering "were they talking about me because I landed in the overrun earlier in the week?" 

 

 

When a snowstorm was forecast at Misawa, where I was stationed from 1960 – 63, the crew chiefs would put all the F-100s in our hangar.  Watching the chiefs put 21 Huns in a single hangar was like watching Margot Fonteyn and Rudolf Nureyev perform Swan Lake; an orchestrated performance, drilled to perfection and timed with a cesium stopwatch.

    One evening, I realized that I had left my checklist in a Hun that I had flown earlier in the day and since I was headed for nuke alert in Korea at first light by C-130, I went down to our hangar to pick it up.  It was snowing heavily and the world was quiet and dark. However, since the snow had just started, the road was clear to the flight line.  When I open the side door to the hangar, I was surprised to see all the overhead lights on although there were no personal in the hangar.   I was more surprised to hear the old girls talking to each other.  Of course, they were using the Hun communications code so I couldn't understand their actual words, but the LOX whistling, the struts settling, an emergency brake grinding abruptly, fuel sloshing and various creaks, squeaks and groans told me that I had interrupted a tea party.

    I quickly ran to my airplane, opened the canopy, put up the ladder and retrieved my checklist.  Just as quickly, I buttoned up the old girl because I knew she was busy.  I let myself out the door wondering "were they talking about me because I landed in the overrun earlier in the week?" 

 

 

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