Sonny

Married couples, both 60 years old, were celebrating their 35th anniversary.

During their party, a fairy appeared to congratulate them and grant them each one a wish.

The wife wanted to travel around the world.

The fairy waved her wand and poof --

the wife had tickets in her hand for a world cruise.

Next, the fairy asked the husband what he wanted. He said,

"I wish I had a wife 30 years younger than me."

So the fairy picked up her wand and poof --

The husband was 90.

Mo attends to a revival and listens to the sermon.

After a while, the pastor asks anyone with needs to come forward and be prayed over.

Mo gets in line and, when it’s his turn the pastor asks,

“Mo, what do you want me to pray about?†Mo says,

“Pastor, I need you to pray for my hearing.†So the pastor puts one finger in Mo’s ear and the other hand on top of his head and prays for a while.

He removes his hands and says,

“Mo how’s your hearing now?†Mo says,

“I don’t know pastor, it’s not until next Monday.

Cheers all around! I don't doubt that they might need some kind of recognition. But give me a break. They're doing a job just like the crew chiefs, munitions people, etc. All contributing to the war effort. Why not an Achievement Medal or Commendation Medal? Maybe that wouldn't look as good on the Officer Mess Dress as a "drone metal."

SEFEGeorge,

I don't know what the Crew Chiefs of today do but I flew with my plane all over VN and flew the the Blind Bat missions out of Thailand in '67-'68. I believe that is a little different than the way you describe it, "They're doing a job just like the crew chiefs, munitions people, etc. All contributing to the war effort".

I too agree they need some kind of recognition but it is where it ranks in relation to other awards and decorations.

Little Pete came home from the playground with a bloody nose, black eye, and torn clothing.

It was obvious he’d been in a bad fight and lost.

While his father was patching him up, he asked his son what happened.

“Well, Dad,†said Pete,

“ I challenged Larry to a duel. And, you know, I gave him his choice of weapons.â€

“Uh-huh,†said the father, “that seems fair.â€

“I know, but I never thought he’d choose his sister!â€

Casey,

I would be interested in getting a print of a C-130A, of course I would like 56-0533 as the tail number in the Nam paint colors, TAC, PACAF, 374 TAW, 21st TAS and Blind Bat patches. I also like your Crew Chief stickers but just need C-130A.

Is that possible. Would be willing to pay more for the custom work.

Thanks,

Sonny

A Sunday school teacher asked the children in her class, "

If I sold my house and my car, had a big garage sale and gave all my money to the church, would I get into Heaven?"

the children all answered

"No!"

"If I cleaned the church every day, mowed the yard, and kept everything neat and tidy, would I get into Heaven?"

Again the answer was

"No!"

"Well", she continued, "then how can I get into Heaven?"

A five-year-old boy shouted out,

"You gotta be dead!"

Six guys were playing poker when Smith loses $500 on a single hand, clutches his chest and drops dead at the table.

Showing respect for their fallen comrade, the other five complete their playing time standing up.

Roberts looks around and asks, "Now, who is going to tell the wife?"

They draw straws. Rippington, who is always a loser, picks the short one.

They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, don't make a bad situation any worse than it is.

"Gentlemen! Discreet? I'm the most discreet man you will ever meet.

Discretion is my middle name, leave it to me." Rippington walks over to the Smith house, knocks on the door, the wife answers, and asks what he wants. Rippington says, "Your husband just lost $500 playing cards."

She hollers,

"TELL HIM TO DROP DEAD!" Rippington says,

"I'll tell him.

A farmer needs to buy a bull to service his cows, but has to borrow the money from the bank. The banker who lent the money comes by a week later to see how his investment is doing. The farmer complains that the bull just eats grass and won't even look at the cows. The banker suggests that a veterinarian have a look at the bull.

The next week, the banker returns to see if the vet helped. The farmer looks very pleased: ''The bull serviced all my cows twice, broke through the fence and serviced all my neighbour's cows three times.''

''Wow,'' says the banker. ''What did the vet do to that bull?''

''Just gave him some pills,'' replies the farmer.

''What kind of pills?'' asks the banker.

''I don't know,'' says the farmer, earnestly, ''but they sort of taste like chocolate.''

My DD 214 shows both the Vietnam Service Medal and the Campaign medal along with a bunch of other ones and it is dated Oct. 12, 1968.

Love it, Bob,

Loved it!!

I always tried to make sure the crew chief was taken care of because you could never trust the pilot to do it.

Dan,

There were a few Flt. Mech.s and Loadies who took care of us crew chiefs and I appreciated it very much. Always did what I could to help them out when needed.

Sonny

I got on the TAC C-130's in 1963 at Sewart AFB Tn. I thought it was normal when we landed that the flt. crew dissappeared and left me the crew chief, working on the acft. Hey, that was my job! Back then you were on your own when you finished. Slept on the acft. many times. TCS and TAS made no difference to the CC. When MAC took over the 130's, maint. wise it was a much better deal. It was more like an airline Air Force than in TAC where it was like an Army Air Force. I'm sure many of the folks on this board might think right the opposite. Still loved it though!!! Bill

I started out on MATS (and MAC) C-130's at McGuire and the crews were the absolute worst except for the Navy crews from Lakehurst. Then I went to Naha under TCS (TAS) and like you Bill, most (not all) of the time the crew left me as soon as the engines stopped. I too thought it was my job to get the plane OR and thought nothing of it. I also slept on the plane, mostly because I wanted to make sure there were no midnigt requisitions going on (except by me). I know there are some who will say they never had a crew chief on their missions, but I always flew with my plane (except when my asistant had taken her off the Rock) where ever she went in Nam and also flew on the Blindbat missions as a flare kicker. I loved what I did. Sonny

Ken,

Happy belated birthday. Wouldn't you know it., the first time I don't check out Herkybirds something important happens!!!!

Sonny

So very sorry for your loss Sonny. Bill

Thanks

Thanks to all for their condolences.

Sonny

Right back at ya Ken. I hope all had a Merry Christmas.

Sonny

Attention Sonny!!

Have you read this letter from Becky Sager? I am thinking, that if anyone on this forum could help, it might be you! Your times and dates and Blind Bat & squadron affiliation are similar I think. I have been trying to remember that name, but just can't come up with it in my memory. Ben and I surely must have crossed paths at one of the three places!!

Ken

Ken,

I have been racking my brain but don't remember Ben. Ingram I remember. Here lately I seem to have a hard time with names. Events I still remember. Wish I could help.

Things have been a little rough the last three months. My wife and best friend for 47 years passed away on December 1st. after being diagnosed with cancer in October.

Sonny

Trained on 52's at Chanute in '64. Imagine my surprise when they put me on 130's at McGuire!! Sure glad they did.

Sonny

Joe had asked Bob to help him out with the deck after work,

so Bob just went straight over to Joe's place.

When they got to the door,

Joe went straight to his wife,

gave her a hug and told her how beautiful she was and how much he had missed her at work.

When it was time for supper,

he complimented his wife on her cooking,

kissed her and told her how much he loved her.

Once they were working on the deck,

Bob told Joe that he was surprised that he fussed so much over his wife.

Joe said that he'd started this about six months ago,

it had revived their marriage, and things couldn't be better.

Bob thought he'd give it a go.

When he got home, he gave his wife a massive hug,

he then kissed her and told her that he loved her.

His wife burst into tears.

Bob was confused and asked why she was crying.

She said,

"This is the worst day of my life. First, little Billy fell off his bike and twisted his ankle. Then, the washing machine broke and flooded the basement. And now, you come home drunk!"

A man went to the doctor complaining of insomnia.

The doctor gave him an exam and found nothing physically wrong with him.

“Listen,†the doctor said,

“if you ever expect to cure your insomnia, you need to stop taking your troubles to bed with you.â€

“It’s true,†said the patient,

“but my wife refuses to sleep alone.â€

Edward Hale, while chaplain of the U.S. Senate, was asked,

"Do you pray for the senators?"

He quickly replied,

"No. After getting to know the senators, I pray for the people."

Dear Ma and Pa,

I am well. Hope you are.

Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.

I was restless at first because you get to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m.

But, I am getting so I like to sleep late.

Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay.. Practically nothing!!

Men got to shave; but it is not so bad, there's warm water.

Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food.

But tell Walt and Elmer, you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee.

Their food, plus yours, holds you until noon, when you get fed again.

It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much.

We go on 'route marches', which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us.

If he thinks so, it's not my place to tell him different.

A 'route march' is about as far as to our mailbox at home.

Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back to camp in trucks.

The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot.

The Captain is like the school board. Does nothing.

Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none.

This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing.

I keep getting medals for shooting.

I don't know why.

The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don't move, and it ain't shooting at you like them Higgett boys at home.

All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit the bulls-eye. You don't even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes.

Then, we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys.

I have to be real careful though, they break real easy.

It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home.

I'm about the best they got in this, except for that Tug Jordan , from over in Silver Lake .

I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I'm only 5'6' and 130 pounds and he's 6'8' and near 300 pounds dry.

Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in.

Your loving daughter,

Alice

Married 25 years, Tom took a look at his wife one day and said, "Honey, 25 years ago, we rented a cheap flat, had a cheap car, slept on a sofa bed and watched a 10 inch black and white TV, but I got to sleep every night with a hot 25 year old blonde.

Now, we have a nice house, nice car, big bed and large screen TV, but I'm now sleeping with a 50 year old woman.

It seems to me that you are not holding up your side of things."

The wife is a very reasonable woman. She told him to go out and find a hot 25 year old blonde, and she would make sure that he would once again be living in a cheap flat, driving a cheap car and sleeping on a sofa bed .

A biology teacher wished to demonstrate to his students the harmful effects of alcohol on living organisms.

For his experiment, he showed them a beaker with pond water in which there was a thriving civilization of worms.

When he added some alcohol into the beaker the worms doubled-up and died.

"Now," he said,†what do you learn from this?"

An eager student gave his answer.

"Well the answer is obvious," he said

" if you drink alcohol, you'll never have worms."