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    Overseas! Where you have the Armed Forces Radio and Television Service. Seems like I had a rant somewhere up-thread about the propaganda commercials on TV, now for some radio stories.

    In the ROK most of the radio programming was syndicated DJs with news breaks from both in-country and national news.

    In Iceland: it was all local programming. I've met some good folks in broadcasting from all branches. Those don't make good stories.

    1996-98-ish: Young USAF TSgt KellyinAvon is at Rockville/Keflavik, Iceland.

    The Navy Warrant Officer (in charge of AFRTS-Keflavik, Iceland) was a prior Enlisted Marine (Vietnam Vet) who did the Friday 1100-1500 radio show. Great DJ, played a lot of music that would be on Jake and Elwood's playlist (Wilson Pickett, Sam and Dave, John Lee Hooker, etc.)

    Then there was this one Navy DJ, Petty Officer Mueller. Dude was WEIRD! He always looked like he'd been up for 96 hours the few times I saw him. Did NOT have a voice for radio. Had the morning show, got replaced (thankfully) and they kept shuffling him around. Finally stuck him on the "Thursday Night Jazz Show". Well, he played Michael Jackson's Beat It on the Thursday Night Jazz Show.

    The old Warrant Officer on the Friday 1100-1500 show DOGGED HIM on the air for playing Michael Jackson on a jazz show... for like a month!
     

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    Overseas! Where you have the Armed Forces Radio and Television Service. Seems like I had a rant somewhere up-thread about the propaganda commercials on TV, now for some radio stories.

    In the ROK most of the radio programming was syndicated DJs with news breaks from both in-country and national news.

    In Iceland: it was all local programming. I've met some good folks in broadcasting from all branches. Those don't make good stories.

    1996-98-ish: Young USAF TSgt KellyinAvon is at Rockville/Keflavik, Iceland.

    The Navy Warrant Officer (in charge of AFRTS-Keflavik, Iceland) was a prior Enlisted Marine (Vietnam Vet) who did the Friday 1100-1500 radio show. Great DJ, played a lot of music that would be on Jake and Elwood's playlist (Wilson Pickett, Sam and Dave, John Lee Hooker, etc.)

    Then there was this one Navy DJ, Petty Officer Mueller. Dude was WEIRD! He always looked like he'd been up for 96 hours the few times I saw him. Did NOT have a voice for radio. Had the morning show, got replaced (thankfully) and they kept shuffling him around. Finally stuck him on the "Thursday Night Jazz Show". Well, he played Michael Jackson's Beat It on the Thursday Night Jazz Show.

    The old Warrant Officer on the Friday 1100-1500 show DOGGED HIM on the air for playing Michael Jackson on a jazz show... for like a month!
    Those commercials were always so awful
     

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    Overseas! Where you have the Armed Forces Radio and Television Service. Seems like I had a rant somewhere up-thread about the propaganda commercials on TV, now for some radio stories.

    In the ROK most of the radio programming was syndicated DJs with news breaks from both in-country and national news.

    In Iceland: it was all local programming. I've met some good folks in broadcasting from all branches. Those don't make good stories.

    1996-98-ish: Young USAF TSgt KellyinAvon is at Rockville/Keflavik, Iceland.

    The Navy Warrant Officer (in charge of AFRTS-Keflavik, Iceland) was a prior Enlisted Marine (Vietnam Vet) who did the Friday 1100-1500 radio show. Great DJ, played a lot of music that would be on Jake and Elwood's playlist (Wilson Pickett, Sam and Dave, John Lee Hooker, etc.)

    Then there was this one Navy DJ, Petty Officer Mueller. Dude was WEIRD! He always looked like he'd been up for 96 hours the few times I saw him. Did NOT have a voice for radio. Had the morning show, got replaced (thankfully) and they kept shuffling him around. Finally stuck him on the "Thursday Night Jazz Show". Well, he played Michael Jackson's Beat It on the Thursday Night Jazz Show.

    The old Warrant Officer on the Friday 1100-1500 show DOGGED HIM on the air for playing Michael Jackson on a jazz show... for like a month!
    While in Germany in 1971-72 I don't remember ever listening to Armed Forces Radio. Pretty much every room in our barracks had a stereo system and that is what we listened to.
    It must have been there though because one guy made a reel-to-reel recording of the announcement of the massive early out program in 1972. Most of us got 5 months cut off our service time. We blasted that announcement through the halls for half the night. Much beer was consumed too.
     

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    I gave Joe Biden his Naval Academy, with honors, diploma is 1969. He later went to Vietnam as a Wildweasel and was sole originator of the Top Gun school, at Nellis AFB Colorado. Joe later went on the be the first to fly around the world as well break the sound barrier.

    Yeah....Chuck Yeager is a dog faced pony soldier......no joke.
    I'm not kiddin", man.
     

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    Overseas! Where you have the Armed Forces Radio and Television Service. Seems like I had a rant somewhere up-thread about the propaganda commercials on TV, now for some radio stories.
    I was at NATO Airbase Geilenkirchen from 86 to 92. In Germany, but the end of the runway almost touched the Dutch border.

    Local AFRTS station in the Netherlands, in Brunssum I think. There was a Canadian enlisted guy, crewdog on the awacs, who worked at the radio station part time as a DJ. He was a really big guy, had a nice, deep voice that sounded great on the radio.

    One day an E-3A on takeoff roll took a bird in an engine and aborted. It ran off the end of the runway and got stuck in the mud before it hit the trees. Escape slides had to be replaced but amazingly plane was not otherwise seriously damaged and no one hurt (34 onboard). It could’ve been a lot worse – the E3 can weigh 325K pounds at takeoff and 120K of that is fuel. The airplane was being flown by mostly Squadron Two members, known as the Canadian squadron because it’s commander was always a Canadian officer.

    So two days later, after the dust and the mud has settled, I’m listening to the radio and the Canadian DJ is on. He brings up Dire Straits “Heavy Fuel” and dedicates it to squadron two “who knows how heavy that fuel can be.”

    One of the advantages of having a local DJ is he’s keenly attuned to local affairs.

    Later, after the Soviets threw in the towel, and we were reaping the “peace dividend” by drawing down in Europe as much as possible. The stars and stripes newspaper daily had long lists of mostly army installations that were closing or going to be closed. The Green party had been trying to get us out of Germany for years so you think they’d be happy.

    But no. Now they started bitching because of the AFRTS radio and TV stations that were closing. TV and radio in Europe were much more heavily regulated and censored than in the US, and there were often pirate, radio stations, broadcasting “unauthorized” content. One of them was a Dutch ship that sailed just outside territorial waters and beamed stuff into the Netherlands. There was a guy who found an abandoned oil platform off the coast of UK and set up a pirate station on it. The Brits tried to shut him down, but their court said hey he’s outside of our territorial waters, and this platform is a abandoned so he got to stay I guess.

    The AFRTS served as a kind of outside source of music and news, which is pretty ironic, considering it was a completely government owned and managed system. Official government pirate station, I guess. It brought rock ‘n’ roll to Germany, I think. Anyway, the greens wanted us to leave the AFRTS stations running. Pound sand greenies.
     
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    If you've heard this one before don't stop me, I want to hear it again ;)

    March 2006: young USAF SMSgt KellyinAvon is at HQ Air Combat Command (ACC) at Langley AFB, Va working at the Manpower Programming (programming: the funded positions on the books 2-8 years in the future. Yeah that job sucked.)

    Long story short: in 2003 Air Force Chief of Staff (CSAF) General Johnny Jumper moved all the Combat Search and Rescue (CSAR) forces from ACC to Air Force Special Operations Command (AFSOC)

    3 years to the day later: CSAF Buzz Moseley moved all the CSAR forces from AFSOC to ACC. We found this out in a press release... no that's not how it's supposed to work.

    Since the move affected the number of military positions in different States (minus for Florida, plus for South Carolina) congressional notification was required.

    Since it had happened just three years earlier, whoever does the congressional notification just did a save-as and flipped which way the positions were moving.

    In March 2003, the senior Senator from South Carolina was Strom Thurmond. Whoever did the copy/paste didn't know that Senator Thurmond had passed on in the mean time (he did live to be 100, I'm guessing it was from old-age.)

    Now, I have to figure out how to tell the staffers that old Strom had bought the farm without sounding like a total smartass since it has to go through two Colonels on the way back to the congressional notifying folks (this is a Major Command Headquarters, you can't just pick up the phone and say, "Yo dude! Strom's dead.)

    If you remember, Senator Thurmond had been on the Senate Armed Forces Committee pretty much forever and wielded significant power in that role. I think I went with "Please review the the South Carolina congressional delegation, Senator Thurmond is now deceased" rather than "Senator Thurmond is dead, but you should still notify him" and a few others that gave us a good laugh.
     

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    Mrs. Rick and I met in Okinawa as young sailors in '73 when the military finally allowed women service members to be stationed there for duty. We were the second Navy couple to get married on the island in February '74, having just missed being first by two weeks. We would have been the first except that she had a terrible dislocation of her left kneecap and we had to delay the wedding for four weeks... which leads to the following sea story (of which every word is true, I swear).

    We were attached to the Naval Security Group Activity at Hanza, on Torii Station Army Base. It was a month before we were due to get married and we were still living in the barracks. The Navy had its own barracks for the men, but because there were only about five Navy WAVES on base they were billeted in the WAC (Women Army Corp) SHACK (open bay style, all the bunk beds in one, large open room).

    An apartment opened up unexpectedly when a shipmate got orders to ship off the island with 72 hours notice. We jumped on the apartment, and also bought his entire furnishings sight unseen. We went over late that night to do inventory. we were moving some of the furniture around when the accident happened.

    Joan had a weak knee that she had dislocated several months earlier in boot camp, and while lifting the sofa it gave way again and twisted completely around to the other side of her leg. I ran out to start the car, but it wouldn't start. I hailed a passing cabbie to take us to the Army hospital.

    When we got to the hospital they couldn't find the one military doctor on the island who was qualified to put a cast on... and he wasn't answering his pager. By this time it was about one in the morning. They told Joan to just go to the barracks and they would fix her knee the next day. We were young and stupid so instead of putting up a fight and demanding an overnight bed in the hospital, I called the duty officer and had them come to get us (fortunately it was her immediate supervisor).

    We went back to the WAC shack and there was no way in the world that she could walk. Her knee was swollen to the size of a basketball. I went into the duty room and told the WAC duty sergeant what happened, and that Joan couldn't walk to her bunk. She said it was cool, that everyone was asleep at 3:00 AM, and that I could carry her inside. She would go with us to make sure everything was okay. (Joan was looked upon as a kid sister by all the hard-bitten WACs. She was very sweet and innocent in those earlier days.)

    I was carrying her in a cradle carry, and when I got to her lower bunk (open bay, remember) I swung her into it... and hit her knee right on the support bar for the upper bunk.

    She massively jerked in my arms, and I fell and dropped her on the bunk. My arms were now trapped under her, I'm on my knees on the side of the bunk, and my nose is buried in her stomach. She's now moaning (loudly) "Oh, it hurts, it hurts so bad, why'd you do that," while thrashing back and forth on the bunk, and I'm going "Oh, I didn't mean it" over and over while trying to pry my arms out from underneath her along with ignoring what now felt like two broken kneecaps of my own.

    In about ten seconds I was surrounded by over 100 WACs in various stages of night dress (and undress), with half of them with very nasty looking, sharp pointy items in their hands and blood in their eyes. The duty WAC was laughing so hard she couldn't pull herself together to explain what was going on.

    I survived, which is why I am able to now tell the story, but if anyone asks, I can honestly say that I have seen the elephant(s) and it doesn't look pretty. Joan spent four weeks in a full length leg cast, which was awkward because I had a Japanese car about the size of a go-kart. Even as short as she is, she barely fit into it with the cast.

    She got out after three active years, I did six active, and we both spent the next twenty+ in the USNR. If you ever meet Joan please don't tell her that I told you the story. She is a little sensitive about it even after 49 years.
     

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    Saw this on another forum. Visited the HMS Victory in the late 70's while in the MARDET on a carrier. Tours were given by the Royal Marines. After their shift they took us on tour of the local pubs all night.......those boys can drink...

    Woke up back on the ship and only remember part of the night.

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