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Mactan by loyalsock

The briefing officer was very specific about what we couldn't say about this next mission. &#034You are not to reveal to anyone the destination or purpose of this mission. A breach of security will cost you some jail time, so if one of you assholes wants to go to Kansas, just blab this around. Be at the aircraft at 2100 hours today. Be sober. And remember to keep your mouth shut!&#034 Hmmm. It was about average for the briefings we had received for other missions. Julio Torres and I grabbed our tool boxes and TDY kits and headed for the plane. We had just gotten back from a two week stay in Korat, Thailand. We had lots of fun and Julio had caught the clap. Ha Ha! The Eagle truck took us out to the waiting C-124 and soon we were shaking our way through the air headed away from Hickam Air f***e Base, Hawaii. The C-124 has been described as two million rivets in loose formation. It shook and moaned. The four big engines were barely able to drag the big, fat airplane along at a hundred and seventy five knots or so. There were lots of windows, but nobody was looking outside. We had already seen millions of waves on the wide blue Pacific. They no longer held any fascination for us. After many long boring hours of constant droning, the engines changed pitch signaling the end of this leg of the trip. We settled gracefully onto the strip at Wake Island. There was almost nothing to see at Wake. If there was a good tailwind you could just about spit from coast to coast. Why the hell ...

... they had fought a major battle over this sand spit was beyond comprehension. Before we departed the aircraft, the flight commander told us, &#034We leave in an hour. Don't get d***k and don't be late or I will take a giant shit upon you!&#034 We all galloped over to the bar in the transient barracks to see how many beers we could suck down in an hour. When we reported to the plane an hour later we found that it was broken and we would have to fix it before we could leave. Since none of us wanted to spend any more time at Wake than absolutely necessary, we all hove to and soon had our shaky old airplane ready for flight. Leaving Wake was always a nerve wracking experience. The runway was really short and you could see big sharks patrolling the surf at the end of it as you departed. Rumor had it that they fed mostly on the contents of aircraft that didn't make it out of the area. The constant drone of the engines plus the beer I had sucked up at Wake soon had me falling asl**p. When the engine pitch changed again, I knew that we were arriving at Clark Air Base in the Philippines. &#034Okay, listen up, morons! We will be here two days. Don't get d***k, don't fight and stay away from the bar girls! Above all, don't tell anybody you are going to Mactan!&#034 The commander intoned, implying dire consequences if we didn't heed his warnings. Julio and I checked our tools boxes and TDY kits into the transient barracks and immediately headed for the main gate. I was anxious to get to my ...