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It was probably more fun in the enlisted quarters anyway! 😂

Greetings from Mindanao. This old, retired American Soldier lives down here with his lovely Filipina and our daughter. I took my first flight in any kind of aircraft in a UH-1H at Fort Jackson, SC on 25 JUL 1987. I'll never forget it. I qualified as an expert with the M-16 and got to fly back to the barracks with the other experts from my BCT company. 🇺🇸🇵🇭

Such a coincidence - I'm currently building a scale model of that same exact plane behind you lol. So sad we couldn't squeeze out more airframe hours out of those jets. By the time these were retired in 2005 they were already well-worn. The Toyota Corolla of fighter jets.

These F-5 were given for free by Washington to friendly countries.

Such a beautiful plane!

Some roads there inside the air base have fighter jet names (i.e. Foxhound)

I would contact your Congressman in Florida and ask them to try to push your case through. And at the same time, cc your letter to President Trump. The letter to the President is a shot in the dark. But your congressman might be able to light a few fires under immigrations overwhelmed and underpaid asses!

Nice and clean features, more vids to come.

You look good Dave. What are you doing in the PI? Hope family is doing well. When are you coming to Tn?

I was born and raise in angeles city,in early 70s as a folk singer i play around balibago and Oasis hotel,im 68 years old now and retied as a musician,i miss all my US military friends,thanks for showing clark hospital sir,watching from tokyo.

thank you buddy you don't know how much that means just not to me but all those who worked at clark with their dogs any veteran suffering PTSD caused by the emotion of seeing this video please contact firewatch in Florida or your local DVA clinic or the United States war dogs association

I was stationed at Clark AB on 1984. A lot of memories, a lot of good friends off base. These memories never be forgotten.

I grew up in the PI and here is my story: BAMBOO BOWL When the night appeared, the bright lights were turned on and there was magic in the air. We were gridiron gladiators. The passion of my life in the PI was playing football. In retrospect I can’t fathom how we tolerated practicing in the summer heat. It reached 100 degrees in summer and the humidity was unbearable. I started playing football when I was 10. I was not good; I was average at best. However, I went through a transformation and eventually became a decent football player. I had so much fun playing football and have so many fond memories. My first and only puppy love was with Chrissy. She was a cheerleader for my team. She was a blonde and cute as a button, and I was smitten with her. Chrissy was 9 and I was 10. She said something to me that had wisdom much beyond her years when she said it is OK not to be the best football player on the field because it was obvious that I was not a good football player. It is kind of funny she loved ABBA and sang their songs, so I loved them as well. I was so smitten with Chrissy. I wonder how her life turned out? When I entered my teen years I went through a transformation as a player because I had really good endurance. I unknowingly built up my tremendous endurance by running while my friends rode bikes in the hot sun. It was crazy I chose to run, and I even ran wearing flip flops. I was always the first to finish laps at football practice. I was competitive and wanted to be the best. My endurance helped me in football games because I was never tired. At one practice after a game the coach gave us an ass chewing and told us we played like shit in our last game. He angrily said everyone played like shit except for Ken as he pointed at me. At that time, I was the youngest and smallest player on the team. I really had no clue that I had played well in the game. I was just doing my best. The other players appeared pissy and angry as they looked at me. That same season our practices were held near the MAC terminal and there were no bus stops nearby. Every day after practice I walked from the terminal to the front gate. It was unfair but I accepted my fate because I thought it was normal. It was a price I was willing to pay to play. What allowed me to evolve as a player was my propensity to play touch football during recess. I honed in on my skills to avoid being touched. That is how I played tackle football, if they can’t touch me, they can’t tackle me. I was short and when I took the handoff I was crouched, and the defense did not know where I was. I did have some jackass moments like I took the kickoff and was going to run it in for a for a touchdown and decided to hurdle a player who was on the ground instead of running around him. Well, that bastard tripped me up. One game on the first play, I got pitch to the right and ran past the defense except for one opposing player. I ran straight at him to show that he could not tackle me on my 70-yard TD run. Yes I was a jackass. I followed a ritual on game day. I was excited all day long and my mind was in the clouds. After school I checked my uniform for all the pads and inspected my helmet to include my mouthpiece. My mother fixed me a bowl of ramen. Upon arrival to the stadium, we stretched out and did calisthenics. It was much cooler at night and the bright lights were turned on. I always had a strong feeling of butterflies in my stomach until kickoff, then my butterflies disappeared. The brightly lit field became our stage. It was game on!

looks like the hobby shop to me ...

In summer of either '63-'64 a message was posted on the side wall of Kelly Theater that all medical personnel report IMMEDIATELY to their station(s). A plane with passengers had crashed. It apparently caught a downdraft while approaching the runway, hit a taxi cab and careened across the highway leading to the main gate. I helped by retrieving personal belongings but the stench was so strong I gave up. A truly horrific time.

My mom just couldn’t quite get passed the fact that. In 68. All of the meat that came in was always frozen. She understood why and all that. But just the fact of lunch meat bacon etc. was frozen . Getting stationed there coming from the Midwest was interesting to say the least.

1965

Trophy is still here

Cool tune there dave , your old band mate bryan.

I like your Style Magosta 2 Estelo 😎🇺🇸🇦🇺🤘

True blue ..yes

You can vote your way into communism, but you are going to have to fight your way out.

i'm pretty sure thats it and there was also a small bx inside.

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Naww y'all so cute!

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I was there Dec 82 - Jan 84. Worked the DRC at Nurrunga. 4 swings then drink all night, 4 mids then Spuds all day, after 4 days 3 days off & drove to Adelaide! Repeat a couple dozen times or so and then it was time to leave. Wish I could go back.

They just added the overhang in front the building's probably about the same

I didn't know that a person could still visit the CLARK AIR BASE after the Mt. Pinatubo eruption: it's still open for visits??? OCCASIONALLY I'd go through Pampanga/Angeles City on the was to Olongapo City/Subic to visit my girlfriend; I'd often wondered what it looks like now. I MISS THAT AREA EXTREMELY MUCH!!!!!!!!!

When I saw the thumbnail, I was curious that it looks familliar. Until he mentioned philippines, I been there when I was a young.

Onya Alice, <3 from Darwin

Can anyone make an extensive video of the general area, including Subic, the way it looks now, AFTER THE MOUNT PINATUBO ERUPTION. I visited the Philippines, repeatedly from Japan, back in the '80s and miss it, HEARTBREAKINGLY, allot!!!!!!!!

kpag ang dilawan ang mageng presidente wla nman yan ipakikolo nla yan pares noong kay corikong

The odd thing is they still use those kind of "artifacts".

Army Headquarters

Great chopper

Nonsense

Shut up

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Its waiting to be scrap and made into a kitchen wares

Okey can you show me how to start that thing?

Where can I buy your book?

I'm your new subscriber from Philippines... nice cool song

It's a shame to see the base like that. It was a sad day when we picked up camp and left the Phillipines for our military. 30 years later......looking at how thinks are shaking up in the region, it's too bad we couldn't have stayed.

sabra?

The wheels got that deep into the dirt not because of the pilot but because of Mount Pinatubo eruption.

My Dad was stationed there in the 80s

This was the new NCO club, my last tour was 1989-1991 and I ate lunch there most work days! This is where my buddy Joe Nelson worked.

It didn't land, the whole weight of this plane pushed its own down to the soil as it stood these for so long