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For the DIY SR-71 Blackbird owner
July 8, 2012 8:07 pm
Trying to get your SR-71 airborne again? This manual is for you! Personally I think this line of books is quite interesting and is starting to include fictional vehicles such as the Millennium Falcon and starship U.S.S. Enterprise in list of available subjects.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS
December 25, 2009 7:00 amMerry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone!
USMC PHOTO
PHOTO DESCRIPTION: A group of Ohio Marines serving with the 1st Marine Aircraft Wing in Korea are shown in front of a U.S. Marine Corps Grumman F7F-3N Tigercat in December 1950. Left to right are: M/Sgt. Robert T. Hunt, 1st. Lt. David W. Bowman, M/Sgt. Thomas H. Allom, Lt. Arnold J. Hammons, Lt. Walter J. Waldo, Capt. Leland A. Gaug, Capt. William G. Diar, Jr., M/Sgt. William R. Goodall III, and Maj. George A. Hanna. Date December 1950(1950-12) Source U.S. http://www.defenseimagery.mil photo no. HM-SN-98-06695; NARA file no. 127-GK-4-A132638 Author Camera Operator: MSgt. Charles D. Prindle.
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Santa and the 3 wire
December 24, 2007 8:13 pm
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp,
Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.
The aircraft were fastened to tiedowns with care,
In hopes that come morning, they all would be there.
The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots,
With gusts from two-forty at 39 knots.
I slumped at the fuel desk, now finally caught up,
And settled down comfortably, resting my butt.
When the radio lit up with noise and with chatter,
I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter.
A voice clearly heard over static and snow,
Called for clearance to land at the airport below.
He barked his transmission so lively and quick,
I’d have sworn that the call sign he used was “St. Nick”.
I ran to the panel to turn up the lights,
The better to welcome this magical flight.
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