posted on Nov, 22 2013 @ 12:29 PM
reply to post by waynos
My father almost caused two heart attacks one day while setting up for an Open House with a B-52. It was one of the last to arrive, so they were
going to stop it on the taxiway and tow it into position, since there were aircraft all around it.
They stopped him, the tug started, my father waved him off. He put two guys in front of them at each turn point, with him as the final marshal. He
wiggled that sucker in there, sometimes a foot at a time, and got him parked perfectly, right on his marks.
Meanwhile, in the Hickam Ground tower, the Vice Wing Commander, and the controller on duty were both watching, jaws on the floor, waiting for the