Simpy One of Many Stories of a Time Not So Long Ago

Big John wrote in message . ..
Pac

Wasn't SAT the outfit that Ollie was using in Nicaragua and the '****
kicker' got taken and made the headlines????

Big John



Yeah that's the bunch all right. They were involved in a lot of other
things around the world too that didn't make the papers. "Anything,
anywhere." Everytime we'd see a grey or camouflaged herc C-130 with
no markings or registration numbers taxiing around on a ramp somewhere
around the world using a strange callsign we would smile because we
knew it might be those fearless SAT guys again. The average American
probably owes these guys a lot and doesn't even know it. I think BWB
is right, that it is really the same Co. (from the gov standpoint) but
they just changed their name and started anew aft Nam. At least
that's what I heard anyway. Should ask Walt if he's still here.

You doing better after you hosp. stay?

pac

Pac

Feel a lot better but still have the infirmities of old old age. Still
better than a sharp stick in the eye as we used to say.

The media trashed AA so bad in and after VN about their out country
ops, think the name was changed to protect the innocent. Probably many
of same crews moved on from AA after it was shut down or reduced in
size?

I went through a aircraft check out program during Nam with a CIA and
AF type who wouldn't talk about where they were going. From the A/C we
were flying the only place could have been Laos.

Take care and fly right )

BJ

On 6 Mar 2004 07:57:35 -0800, (pacplyer) wrote:

Big John wrote in message . ..
Pac

Wasn't SAT the outfit that Ollie was using in Nicaragua and the '****
kicker' got taken and made the headlines????

Big John



Yeah that's the bunch all right. They were involved in a lot of other
things around the world too that didn't make the papers. "Anything,
anywhere." Everytime we'd see a grey or camouflaged herc C-130 with
no markings or registration numbers taxiing around on a ramp somewhere
around the world using a strange callsign we would smile because we
knew it might be those fearless SAT guys again. The average American
probably owes these guys a lot and doesn't even know it. I think BWB
is right, that it is really the same Co. (from the gov standpoint) but
they just changed their name and started anew aft Nam. At least
that's what I heard anyway. Should ask Walt if he's still here.

You doing better after you hosp. stay?

pac

(Badwater Bill) wrote in message .. .

The Buzz of RAH

You see there were eleven of them in all and they really had nothing
in common. The engineers, the builders, the dreamers, the weekend
warriors, the curious outsiders, and even the high flyers,
unsatisfied with having done it just the week before. But there were
more in the shadows. Many more. And this is where they would come
to find out about it so they could get their weekly fix. They spoke
in a kind of code and they talked about getting high all the time.
You see they were addicts. They were hopeless pathetic addicts. And
they could not be rehabilitated. Eleven little Indians hooked on the
intoxicating elixir of forcing their bodies into a state of utter
euphoria. Taking their bodies where they should not.

And it was dangerous. Most every young man wanted to get some at some
time in his life. And some paid with their very lives. They believed
in the dream. Some built the apparatus for it right in their garage
because they believed in the dream. And then something went wrong and
their friends had to say goodbye to them.

They were breaking the law. Newtonian Law as it was known all the
way up to 1900. This was a new drug. It was really only a rumor
until 1903. Then it became believable and hit mainstream. And it was
good. It was just as good as falling in love. You never forgot your
first hit. You never forgot that feeling that you had conquered the
whole world, and you never forgot the look on people's faces after you
did it that first time by yourself. They could see the glow on your
face. They could see you were slightly smiling to yourself doing
mundane chores that you always did. They could see something had
changed in you for the better but they weren't sure what it was and
they had this quizzical look on their faces. They noticed it
everywhere you went... as you ran your errands, as you went to work,
as you said hi to your neighbor and stopped to pet a dog that you did
not like.

And they were right. Something was going on with you and there was no
way for you to hide it. Music sounded better to you. Food tasted
better. You found pleasure in everything you did. Life was good. It
was good to be alive with your little secret:
Your feet had left the ground that week with only you as the master of
your fate. And here you were walking and talking to mere mortals a
few days later, who had no idea where you soul had been soaring. You
would forever savor that feeling and spend the rest of your life
hoping to do it again.

pacplyer


( I hope some of you liked it.)

I liked it. Nice job. It's fun to write. I see that you like it
too.

BWB

Ditto!

Bryan