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T-Tail-Tall-Tail:
Amstel and Steak
Patrick Sims
In the early 80's, six crews (three from Norton and
three from Charleston) had
the pleasure of spending 11 days in Al Jafre, Jordan
as part of a joint
operation to teach the Jordanians how to jump out of
141's.
We were warned ahead of time that absolutely no
booze or pornography was
allowed…don't even think of sneaking any in.
This, of course, resulted
in the lightest book and helmet bags ever carried by
members of MAC.
I should also mention that to supplement the food in
the Jordanian chow hall,
we were given ample amounts of MRE's.
Our barracks were not air conditioned, nor did they
have screens on the
windows. So, while it was 115 degrees outside, it
was a comfortable 114 in the
barracks…with massive amounts of flies. I'm
not exactly sure, but the
consensus of the loadmasters was that it was the
engineers who drew
them in.
We quickly found out that the base pool was the way
to beat the heat.
We'd be done flying everyday around 9 AM, so all the
crews would be at the pool
by 10.
Late one afternoon, while walking back from the pool
to the barracks with the
other Load on my crew, a car pulled up next to us
and asked if we wanted a
ride. Since it felt like 147 degrees out, we gladly
accepted.
As soon as we climbed in, the driver (who was an
American civilian doing
contract work at the base) reached under his seat,
pulled out an Amstel Light,
and asked if we wanted a beer.
This was Stupid Question Number Two (the first was
asking us if we wanted a
ride).
Gladly accepting a nectar of the gods from him, we
started talking. One thing
led to another and he invited us over to his house
that evening to BBQ some
steaks and drink beer. He said he was desperate for
some American company and
had plenty of steaks and beer.
I looked at my partner and told him that if he told
ANYONE about this I would
kill him…slowly and painfully.
So, there we were a few hours later, washing down
t-bones with beer, and
swearing each other to secrecy. Short of cutting our
hands and trading blood,
we agreed no one would hear about this.
We should have become blood-brothers, because the
secret was short-lived.
However, in a way, it wasn't our fault. Then again,
maybe it was…
Picture two guys who have just had their fill of
steak and beer (a LOT of beer)
staggering into an open-bay barracks filled with 46
sober people who have been
living on goat meat, rice, and MRE's. Now picture
one of the drunks belching
and saying that the grilled onions are gonna give
him heartburn, and the other
one saying that he'd never had grilled mushrooms
taste so good.
Now, while firmly believing in sharing good fortune
with all crew-members, this
Card games stopped and books were quickly set down
as a deafening silence
erupted.
Now, while firmly believing in sharing good fortune
with all crew-members, this
'YOU BASTARDS ARE DRUNK!' someone yelled. 'Never
mind that,' someone else said,
'Where'd you get the booze and food?'
Now, while firmly believing in sharing good fortune
with all crew-members, this
was one we had to keep close to the vest. Dumping
six crews on the hospitality
of our host would be, well, unthinkable.
Both of us looked at each other, then at everyone
else, and in a drunken stupor
said, 'We're…not…tellin'…', and
flopped on our bunks.
I felt bad (and still do) for not revealing our
secret. But at no time did our
host say 'Bring everyone else over.'
During the rest of the mission, the two of us spent
many a night wolfing down
charred beef and contributing to the financial
benefit of Amstel stockholders.
Yet, no one ever managed to find our Garden of Eden.
For that, a special thanks
goes to the E&E training folks at Fairchild.
On a humanitarian note, we did bring along one of
the guys who was suffering
the DT's BIG TIME. It was amazing how calm he got
after one beer. The shaking
stopped within minutes.
Somehow our A/C heard about our antics. When it was
time to head home, he
looked at the two of us, shook his head, and said,
'You know, I should have
guessed that if anyone could find beer and good food
in this hell-hole, it
would be you two. I'm surprised you didn't get
laid.'
Damn. I knew we'd forgotten something.