I was driving today, windows up a/c on, and heard the unmistakable whine overhead. Put down the window, and there it was: big, loud, and beautiful as ever. The greatest airplane to ever fly, IMO.
During the cold war/Cuban missile crisis my dad was part of a B-52 Alert crew. I was born to the 24 hour whine of those big engines, running round the clock during the darkest hours. Add to that, our base in Altus OK was also ringed with nuclear ICBM silos at the time. We had to keep bags and food packed, ready for the women and children to try and evacuate if things started flying.
I'll never forget the day I came in the house and everyone was all worked up over something going on around the base. My brother broke the news, "they're taking the BUFFs". BUFF meaning Big Ugly Flying Fellow. (Well, not really Fellow. We were not supposed to repeat that stuff.) The B-52s were being moved to another base.
Everyone was so proud of those B-52s, especially little boys like me. I still get excited every time I see one anywhere.
During the cold war/Cuban missile crisis my dad was part of a B-52 Alert crew. I was born to the 24 hour whine of those big engines, running round the clock during the darkest hours. Add to that, our base in Altus OK was also ringed with nuclear ICBM silos at the time. We had to keep bags and food packed, ready for the women and children to try and evacuate if things started flying.
I'll never forget the day I came in the house and everyone was all worked up over something going on around the base. My brother broke the news, "they're taking the BUFFs". BUFF meaning Big Ugly Flying Fellow. (Well, not really Fellow. We were not supposed to repeat that stuff.) The B-52s were being moved to another base.
Everyone was so proud of those B-52s, especially little boys like me. I still get excited every time I see one anywhere.
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