I joined the Air Force in Aug.1979. I was 21 years old. BT was easy, teach school at Sheppard AFB, Texas was a bitch. I was trained as a telephone linesmen/cable splicer. My first duty station was Norton AFB, California. I was lucky. My home was in Los Angeles, 1 hour drive away.. I styed in and retired.
My dad joined in 1964 from Pleasant Hill, Or. They wanted to make him a medic, but he had already been trained by ODOT to be a land surveyor and a draftsman. He wrote to his mother who wrote to her Congressman, who pulled strings and dad was sent for Drafting and surveying. Tech training was a breeze for him. After training he went To Charleston then to the Azores. That's how he met my mother. She lived in Michigan and her room mate was writing to the room mate of her brother, who was my dad. She was getting married and gave my mother my dad's address. At first she had no intention of writing to some random guy in the Air Force, but then she contracted pneumonia. She was sent home and ordered not to return to work for 2 weeks. She found dad's address and thought "What the hell" and she wrote the craziest letter she could. They wrote back and forth until be dad was transferred to Travis AFB and on his way home he stopped to meet his pen-pal in person. 2 days later Dad took a flight the rest of the way home and mom packed her stuff and headed to California. Near the end of dad's enlistment my parents had a date, but Dad said he wanted to go into work to do some things, and while she waited she tried to get a Coke but the machine stole her quarter. A Colonel came out of his office and asked who she was and why she was there. She said, "My boyfriend wanted to help some old man get a star, whatever that means." The following Monday Colonel asked my dad what it would take to get him to re-enlist. My dad didn't want to say, "Nothing can get me to reenlist." instead he though of the least likely, craziest thing he could and said, "I'd like to be on a redhorse team." A few days later the Colonel called dad to his office again and presented him with orders to a red horse team. All he had to do was re-up. My dad felt bad, but he'd grown up a Marine brat and didn't want to bring up his kids that way, so he declined. Good thing to, the team he'd been assigned to was sent to Vietnam and as they were coming ashore the NVA knew they were coming and ambushed them. Wiped out the entire team. So instead of not existing I grew up in a very nice town of Fairfield. Wow, that was way longer than I expected. Are you still here? ruclips.net/video/T1XgFsitnQw/видео.html
By 1967, when I went in, they had opened a Basic Training Center in Amarillo, Texas. Followed by 6 mos. at Keesler. The rest of my 4 years was spent in Taiwan, Korea, Thailand, and Japan. Got out, minored in Asian studies in college. Fifteen years later, was an IT consultant to airlines throughout Asia. Did this for 35 years. Was able to return to my old duty stations-- but they're no longer remote towns but booming ones, people healthy and doing well.
Chuck ended up working in construction as a labourer, but he lived machines, his AF training taught him how to fix the electrical stuff and he became a Caterpillar engineer, earning a huge wage and travelling the country in a company car.. he just needed to find something he liked doing
Enlisted into the USAF on Sept 1973. Well, This is "VERY NICE", Softened, Mushy, Domesticated Version - which "Doesn't Disclose" the Actuality and/or Reality of the **REAL** USAF version. Much MORE Discipline and AFR-35 standards. Now "Tech School" @ Keesler AFB - Still had AFR35-10 standards, my 304x1 (NavAids) school was 9 months. Then, 1st PCS to Wiesbaden AB, West Germany ....was GREAT !!
I agree, I joined in 75. I still remember the T.I. boarding the bus when we first got there. His first words were Welcome to Lackland Air Force Base. Grab your sh-t, shut the f, get off the bus and fall in, it all went downhill from there. Lol
So the moral of the story is to study hard and work hard while being both honest and forthright in an effort to lead a good life. It seems our schools today could take lessons from this film. Than you for watching.
@@OfficeofImageArchaeology hey cool and Thank you for responding also. Yes, now I understand more of what the title means. Although there are a lot of people in society who do just enough to get by, and nothing more, but they still do ok. But I understand the point of the film. You can't be your best, or full potential unless you try hard. I love these old training type of films.
What we got here….is failure to communicate. Some men you just can’t reach. Anyway, Chuck ran off to the big New York City. Changed his name to Gordon Gekko and you know the rest.
An Airforce officer returns home from a TDY, having been gone two months. The officer's spouse asked, "Did you miss me?" The officer say, "Yea, you wouldn't stand still." Don't stand still, so your spouse will continue to miss you.
What are you basing that on? I too had doubts and was identifying it based on a note in the film can. I should have looked at the edge code on the film. I believe I have sold that reel so it’s no longer possible.
Also the airplane on the commanders desk is a B-52 so it was made after 1952, also some of the fatigue uniforms are an OG107 first pattern that started to be issued to the AF in late 1952.
I joined the Air Force in Aug.1979. I was 21 years old. BT was easy, teach school at Sheppard AFB, Texas was a bitch. I was trained as a telephone linesmen/cable splicer. My first duty station was Norton AFB, California. I was lucky. My home was in Los Angeles, 1 hour drive away.. I styed in and retired.
Hmmmm, Maybe You might want to Dooo "Spell Check" on your comment ???
My dad joined in 1964 from Pleasant Hill, Or. They wanted to make him a medic, but he had already been trained by ODOT to be a land surveyor and a draftsman.
He wrote to his mother who wrote to her Congressman, who pulled strings and dad was sent for Drafting and surveying. Tech training was a breeze for him.
After training he went To Charleston then to the Azores. That's how he met my mother. She lived in Michigan and her room mate was writing to the room mate of her brother, who was my dad.
She was getting married and gave my mother my dad's address. At first she had no intention of writing to some random guy in the Air Force, but then she contracted pneumonia.
She was sent home and ordered not to return to work for 2 weeks.
She found dad's address and thought "What the hell" and she wrote the craziest letter she could.
They wrote back and forth until be dad was transferred to Travis AFB and on his way home he stopped to meet his pen-pal in person.
2 days later Dad took a flight the rest of the way home and mom packed her stuff and headed to California.
Near the end of dad's enlistment my parents had a date, but Dad said he wanted to go into work to do some things, and while she waited she tried to get a Coke but the machine stole her quarter. A Colonel came out of his office and asked who she was and why she was there. She said, "My boyfriend wanted to help some old man get a star, whatever that means."
The following Monday Colonel asked my dad what it would take to get him to re-enlist. My dad didn't want to say, "Nothing can get me to reenlist." instead he though of the least likely, craziest thing he could and said, "I'd like to be on a redhorse team."
A few days later the Colonel called dad to his office again and presented him with orders to a red horse team. All he had to do was re-up.
My dad felt bad, but he'd grown up a Marine brat and didn't want to bring up his kids that way, so he declined.
Good thing to, the team he'd been assigned to was sent to Vietnam and as they were coming ashore the NVA knew they were coming and ambushed them. Wiped out the entire team.
So instead of not existing I grew up in a very nice town of Fairfield.
Wow, that was way longer than I expected. Are you still here?
ruclips.net/video/T1XgFsitnQw/видео.html
By 1967, when I went in, they had opened a Basic Training Center in Amarillo, Texas. Followed by 6 mos. at Keesler. The rest of my 4 years was spent in Taiwan, Korea, Thailand, and Japan. Got out, minored in Asian studies in college. Fifteen years later, was an IT consultant to airlines throughout Asia. Did this for 35 years. Was able to return to my old duty stations-- but they're no longer remote towns but booming ones, people healthy and doing well.
Chuck ended up working in construction as a labourer, but he lived machines, his AF training taught him how to fix the electrical stuff and he became a Caterpillar engineer, earning a huge wage and travelling the country in a company car.. he just needed to find something he liked doing
I was at Lackland in 1967, but I don't remember this one. My hair was cut much shorter in basic. These guys look a lot older than the guys I knew.
Did you know a Reuben Enriquez in the Air Force?
Yepper, This is the "Hollywood" version of BMT. Image if this FILM - Contained the Real/Actual TI's language ??? Ear(s) would be **BURNIN** !! ha! ha!
@@Victor-eg3mt No.
Enlisted into the USAF on Sept 1973. Well, This is "VERY NICE", Softened, Mushy, Domesticated Version - which "Doesn't Disclose" the Actuality and/or Reality of the **REAL** USAF version. Much MORE Discipline and AFR-35 standards.
Now "Tech School" @ Keesler AFB - Still had AFR35-10 standards, my 304x1 (NavAids) school was 9 months. Then, 1st PCS to Wiesbaden AB, West Germany ....was GREAT !!
I agree, I joined in 75. I still remember the T.I. boarding the bus when we first got there. His first words were Welcome to Lackland Air Force Base. Grab your sh-t, shut the f, get off the bus and fall in, it all went downhill from there. Lol
That was my Dad era..... Love it!
“I would have went into the Army if I liked walking.” LOL
Great little movie!
So the moral of the story is to study hard and work hard while being both honest and forthright in an effort to lead a good life. It seems our schools today could take lessons from this film. Than you for watching.
@@OfficeofImageArchaeology hey cool and Thank you for responding also. Yes, now I understand more of what the title means. Although there are a lot of people in society who do just enough to get by, and nothing more, but they still do ok. But I understand the point of the film. You can't be your best, or full potential unless you try hard. I love these old training type of films.
San Antonio is one of the most beautiful cities in the world
And dangerous.
Was hoping for more about basic training at lackland back then but this was still a great post!
What we got here….is failure to communicate. Some men you just can’t reach.
Anyway, Chuck ran off to the big New York City. Changed his name to Gordon Gekko and you know the rest.
An Airforce officer returns home from a TDY, having been gone two months.
The officer's spouse asked, "Did you miss me?"
The officer say, "Yea, you wouldn't stand still."
Don't stand still, so your spouse will continue to miss you.
If you have 23 minutes, it's worth watching.
That’s what Eve and I thought. It’s a really good movie and I do remember seeing it in basic training.How are you doing
Class of 1986!!!!
“Don’t volunteer for any” is sound advice 99.98% of the time.
Anything
Today if no one volunteered, you will become voluntold.😎
Why, in this era, were the so averse to hiring teenage actors? Tom looks like he's 40 years old..
I can"t believe the USAF put their name to this!
This was done in the 50s definitely not 1947
What are you basing that on? I too had doubts and was identifying it based on a note in the film can. I should have looked at the edge code on the film. I believe I have sold that reel so it’s no longer possible.
@@OfficeofImageArchaeology prior to 1950 the AF didn’t have any blue uniform items, only army uniforms with the new stripes.
@@OfficeofImageArchaeology I based this on in 1947 the AF was still wearing WW2 army uniforms and not blue ones yet.
@@OfficeofImageArchaeology the WW2 army uniform was allowed to be worn until 30 June 1952
Also the airplane on the commanders desk is a B-52 so it was made after 1952, also some of the fatigue uniforms are an OG107 first pattern that started to be issued to the AF in late 1952.
The hair is too long for basic training.
Military haircuts weren’t nearly as short as they are today back in those days.