When I was 11, one winter night in a little town ten miles south of Wichita Ks, I heard the phone ring. I woke up and thought it had to be something shitty for someone to call at whatever time it was. I heard my mom crying and I think it was my Major Dad come in my room to tell me my big sister who was 22 at that time who I had just been with a month earlier, had been on a C-130 that crashed in Guam just then and that she was killed. My dad was a KC-135 commander in Vietnam Nam, a good pilot too, and my first memories are of my sister and me and my mom and brother and dad all in a Piper Cherokee in 1966 when I was 4 or 5. We were based at Elmendorf AFB and dad would fly us from Anchorage up to some hunting fishing lodge and land on river banks. Pretty nuts if you ask me. I am a pilot now and have two Pipers. I never thought I would be flying planes fifteen years ago. I became an aircraft dispatcher in 2000, before that I was a hard hat diver, underwater construction and oil rigs. Anyway, that crash was 9th of Dec. 1972 during a fouled up time for the world and the three wars my dad was in didn't take him, the ones after that didn't get me or my brother, but one of them took my sister without even being in combat, I hate war. I love my sister more than words.
Hats off to you brave Ladies And Gentlemen who have flown and still fly these giants.
core_pfield_12
Treasure Coast, Florida
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The Pan Am stewardess was my sister. She was 22. What a crappy time in history. Seems like I was told
There were two stewardesses aboard. Thanks for all the recollections. Anything helps closure since I still miss her.