Monthly Archives: August 2011

Ho, Ho, Ho…

And so when Christmas rolled around in 1984, one of my guys in Stan/Eval was having a party.  He came to me and asked if I would be willing to play Santa.  My first thought was, “Will this Santa suit … Continue reading

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Commuting…

It was an early morning ‘go;’ one of the first that clear, cool spring morning in San Antone.  The briefing was straight forward and thorough – routine, if a T-38 two-ship flight can be called ‘routine.’  Nothing remarkable at the … Continue reading

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AAA – Alcohol, Aviators and Aviation Medicine

“AAA” – Alcohol, Aviators and Aviation Medicine Lt. Col. R.F. Holliker Jr., USAF/Ret.  (This is an article I wrote for the USAF Flightlines quarterly magazine.) In the early 1980’s there were two almost identical incidents (that I can remember), where … Continue reading

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A Couple Memorable Nights at the Auger

 A Couple Memorable Nights in The Augeror, What I Saw There, I Probably Should Leave There…(…but the stories are just too good!) There is this bar downstairs in the Officer’s Club (O’Club) at Randolph Field, TX called the “Auger Inn.”[1]  … Continue reading

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Back on the Curb

In June 1968 I had just graduated from college, and was commissioned as a 2nd Lt. in the United States Air Force.  Although I had been disqualified from pilot training that past September (’67), because of a color vision deficiency, I … Continue reading

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Mr. B’s

I don’t know if this was the “official” name of the Randolph AFB, TX Flightline Cafeteria or not; and at this juncture, I really don’t much care – it’s gone anyway.  It was our name for it – “our” being … Continue reading

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Oh, Pull It Alice!

I was northbound on Eber Road yesterday around 0915 or so.  Just approaching Alt. 20 I caught a ‘flash’ in my left 11 o’clock position, slightly high.  An F-16 in a right-hand break.  My first impression was, he was “lollygagging.”  … Continue reading

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