Korat, the big city! (at least compared to Ubon)! We watched a fully loaded F4 taking off while sitting on a tug on the apron. Just before he was out of sight it exploded. A war time gut check.

They would come back from runs over the trail back to Ubon with shark teeth painted on them. They would get repainted before they went back out. When we ran out of sheet metal, soda cans were used to repair the bullet holes. F-4s, the sound of freedom. We also had Spectre C-130 Gunships assigned. Captain Debellvue…