We finally made it to the B-52 museum today. Turned out not to be open, but we were able to walk around the grounds and take pictures. It's a very sobering experience, imagining the terror on both sides, the American aircrews being shot out of the sky above a hostile country, the peace and tranquility or our neighborhood being ripped apart by antiaircraft fire, missile launches, and the pounding of thousands of tons of high-explosive, raining from the night skies.
A display of anti-aircraft artillery.
Sign marking one of the guns used to protect our neighborhood.
Tail section of a B-52 that fell not far from where our house now stands.
More wreckage collected from our neighborhood.
Sign for same.
SAMs used for air defense.
Sign for SAM.
More wreckage.
MIG-21
Dud bombs. Little monkey included for scale.
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A display of anti-aircraft artillery.
Sign marking one of the guns used to protect our neighborhood.
Tail section of a B-52 that fell not far from where our house now stands.
More wreckage collected from our neighborhood.
Sign for same.
SAMs used for air defense.
Sign for SAM.
More wreckage.
MIG-21
Dud bombs. Little monkey included for scale.
2 comments:
Your Little Monkey is Da Bomb.
Thanks, guys. That was really powerful. I know the guys in the B-52's and F-4's must have been scared and it must have had it shitty moments but they signed up for it and they got to go back to nice aircraft carriers or airbases with PX's and Officer Clubs.
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