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My upbringing was similar to several (or many) I imagine on this forum, my dad and uncle owned a small airfield in southern Michigan so I spent many hours aloft before I could walk. Like GrauGeist said though, I haven't renewed etc. in well... decades.
Thanks,
Pete
We dream it, you lived it. No such thing as "too much info"! Nothing wrong with a good "war story" to balance the scholarly atmosphere around here, especially if it's factual and first hand from the perpetrator.Probably too much info...
Third shot is my bud Fish and myself on the docks in Dammam, SA., Aug 1990
We definitely overlapped that trip as I was there with the 58th FS. That was my 4th of 8 Middle East "trips"...
So, do you recall the 100* and fog at midnight? Or how about the sand coming out of the water when you drew a bath? Bathing in already brown/tan water just seemed so counter-intuitive...
I had 10 of those "trips"... not to include the transient flights/missions. I hate the middle east. Sometimes shopping for gold at the souk made up for it. At least where my wife was concerned! lol.
I'm not sure what was worse. When the air was stagnant and therefore humid and hot or when that shamal started coming in the late afternoon. Like a blow-torch it would drive out that humidity and shoot the temp up 15-20*! (With the accompanied sand too)When the wind blew out of the south, the flies would stop flying and the shamals were soon to follow!
Cheers,
Biff
I'm not sure what was worse. When the air was stagnant and therefore humid and hot or when that shamal started coming in the late afternoon. Like a blow-torch it would drive out that humidity and shoot the temp up 15-20*! (With the accompanied sand too)