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Table of Contents

Also Germany Specific Stories and NATO stories

Gold Braid Held at the Gate from Robert Glazebrook April 15, 2012
Hidden in a Museum from Bud Harriss April 14, 2012
Lesson Learned from Norman Paik Jan 6, 2012
Old Jess, the land owner from Bill Sunde Nov 2011
Life in a support group from Bill Worrell July 2011
Ready to invade Japan from Jim Spieth May 2011
Shape Up from Hurd, Chuck March 2011
Integration, Army vs Deep South from RODNEY R DOAN October 2010
Kid Raised near Launcher Area from Douglas V. Coggin July 2010
Sentry Dog Retraining from Frank H. Evans June 2010
I was too scared to - from Pat Copeland March 2010
Army exit of a Nike Site? from Bill Shaw Nov 2008
Civilian ViewPoint - well, young kid ;-)) from Doug Bristol October 2008
Nike Unit Blasted by Corporal Missile....Almost from Ron Chandler Sept 2008
great duty being a liaison man from Allen J Keeling June 2008
Riot Gas Exposures - a dark side of the world from Roy Mize June 2008
Social life on Belle Isle Detroit Mich. Fall 1955-Dec 1956 from Logan, RB June 2008
Red Faced in Red Canyon from Logan, RB June 2008
Red Canyon Tales from George Miceli December 2007
Nike site closing, wish pictures from Bill Shaw September 2007
2 Red Canyon Stories, Mess Sergeant, I'm Doomed from John Eichenlaub August 2007
What the world didn't know ... from Robert C Rivenburgh Sr July 2007
Germany - Ajax to Hercules from Robert C Rivenburgh Sr July 2007
Nike Sites Germany from Larry Sheesley July 2007
Western Electric stories from Heinz, Ratsch July 2007
A Little on the Rowdy Side ;-) from Hugo L. Klee Febuary 2007
Dispatch from a fallen soldier from Jim Warren January 2007
Post closing unauthorized visits from Scott C. Anderson January 2007
Colonel Mendheim, of RCRC from Alan Graham October 2006
Bat Guano from J. P. Moore October 2006
Round Engines from Nate Edwards August 2006
Hurry up and wait - oops, outa here! from Paul Koko July 2006
Setting up C-41, and my 50 year old secret goof from Ed Thelen July 2006
The "Secret?" Shoulder Patch? from Timothy Smith May 2006
Red Canyon Range Camp's Grassy Knoll from J.P. Moore April 2006
GRC-19 Radio Sets - Radio Amateur patch to folks? from John Litzendraht January 2006
Another - did it Just Happen? from Richard "Max" Vickroy December 2005
Did You Enlist for Nike Herc, or did it Just Happen? from John November 2005
via groups.google.com/group/nike-missiles
BrownOut from Charlie Brough
An Artilleryman's Story, or Where is the Lanyard? from Jim Koch
Small Unit Flexibility, or HEY ARMY, Here We Are!! from Ronald De Luco
Eager Beaver :-)) from Jeff Howell
Four Stories - Blizzard, Dog Priority, Friendly Fire, Out-of-Touch from Bill Adams
Final Training & Life on Site from Thomas Lundregan
Massachusetts Guns from Randy Cabell
Warhead Custodial Detachment, French vs Germans from Joseph R Williams
Rifle Range at Nike site? from: Alex Purcell
BatMan ??? from Richard Turner
'Friendly' North Korea from Bob Sykes
Menu for Red Canyon Range Camp for Christmas 1957 from J.P. Moore
The Big E at SF 88 IFC from Eshleman, John
HALT! from Bruce Graydon via J. P. Moore
Statute Of Limitations from B R Blaydes
SAC Perspective from Dick Roush
Happy Ramblings from Chuck Zellers
Souvenir hunters from Mark Morgan
Nothing special, just life by Chuch Sandlin
Annual Family Day by Duke Borchardt
Cuban Missile Crisis, how I grew up in a hurry in October 1962. by Jim Whitaker
Ordered to a closed site by Bill Ellis
Getting Attention by Rod van Ausdall
(at another site) Three Hours from Armageddon - Life at a Cold War Nike Missile Site by Gary Stephens
Helicopters and Operational Readyness Evaluations from Bill Shaw
Experiences at northwest Indiana Nike sites,
at another web site l
by Col. William J. Lawrence
Navy AA, Pearl Harbor, from Joseph K. Taussig, Jr., Captain, U.S.Navy (Ret.)
Naha, Okinawa, from Levine, Richard M
Re-up-blues?, by Timothy H. Smith (Byrne)
Indianapolis Star history item, from Frank Martinez
Korean 'Battle Stations' Nike launch, from Roger Rigney and Ed Durffee
My first Korean 'Battle Stations', from Ted Willard
U.S. AirForce exercises Chicago Nike Ajax systems, from Phil Rowe
Nike Radar vs Cop's Speed Gun, from Steve Bardowski
Ground Observer Corps, from Tom Van Vleck
Site 'Clean-up' but screwed out of a Christmas party, by Julian A. Cini
Practical Joke, from Bill Shaw
Greek Adventure, from John J Federico, Jr.
Alaska Stories, from Bill Momsen, Robert Foy, and Keith Sims
StateSide life in 1967, from Bill Evans
G.I. Soap, from J.P. Moore
?Re-Up or not?, from Ed Thelen
Alaska 'Chopper, from Bob Getman
Electrifying Experience, from Frank Martinez
On-The-Job Training, from Mike Jordan
'Tracking' with alignment scope from Peter Wurzbach
'Visiting' with a purpose, from Ted Willies
Hoover the computer, from Holger
Password, from Peter Vaneynde
Air Mobile Nike & Germany wasn't all fun and drinking, from Dennis T. Morgan
Nike as Bomb Scoring, fromDavid Hawkins
Non-technical Support operations, from Peter Wurzbach
Saw First Herc at White Sands, from B.R. Blaydes
The Sky is Falling, from Paul
Moon Shot from Alaska, from Bill J. Proffitt
"Roll #@%@ $%@ Roll!", from John Morgan
Juarez - South of the Border from Ed Thelen

Gold Braid Held at the Gate from Robert Glazebrook April 15, 2012
(1967-1969) I was [the HM-95] Battery Commander - 2 miles south of the intersection of Krome Ave. and the Tamiami (US #41) Trail .

[Answering a question] Warheads were either HE (high explosive------- and useless I always thought------except in a drop shot) BXS ('bout 2-3 KT and BXL ('bout 20 KT). Easy to tell, b/c all nuclear warheads had a red cap on the tip.

Some pictures
- D Battery, 2nd Battalion, 52 Artillery - 102 KBytes
- Missile & Radar Antennas - 54 KBytes
- Sergeants of Delta Battery - 93 KBytes
- Battery Commander - 60 KBytes

[And the story]
An Air Force colonel (nor a general for that matter) would not be on the battery "assess roster" and therefore not be allowed onto a Nike Missile base. How do I remember that? How could I forget it.

One night in '68 at Delta Battery, I was firing officer when the battery was on hot status. I got an urgent call from the guard at the front gate. He sounded in a state of panic. He said: "Sir, this is private xxxxx and you better get out here right away!" I grabbed the .45 and ran there only to be faced with an extremely pissed Army full bird who was threatening the PFC for refusing to let him in the gate.

After a brief conversation, where I politely explained that he was NOT on my assess roster and he needed to go away, he threatened to court martial me. Now, I was not a career officer. I just wanted to serve my country for a couple years. So, bottom line, is he going to ruin my career? What career?

When he ignored my suggestion to leave and walked to the gate, I drew the .45 and said: "Private, chamber a round." Which he did as he raised the M 1 carbine up to the Colonel's chest.

The two officers (I could see the gold braid) with him both dove into the back seat of the car and the sergeant they had driving just rolled to his right and out of view.

This colonel immediately raised his hands and said: "I'm CID! For God's sakes don't shoot me!!"

Now, at that time, I was much more concerned with what the two guys in the back seat might come up with. I'd had a 1911 A-1 since I was a kid and had fired thousands of rounds thru it. At ROTC boot camp, (Ft. Riley), I was only 4th with a rifle, but I was 1st of 1,632 with a .45---so I figured I could easily kill the colonel and get one or two of the other three. So I cocked the .45 and brought it up as far as the zipper on his khaki's.

As he saw me looking past him towards the others he yelled: " EVERYONE! STAND DOWN !STAND DOWN!"

I couldn't see their heads anymore.

The "colonel" then said: "Lieutenant, I can prove who I am. I'm just going to reach into my shirt pocket here get my ID. OK?"

And then---------without my permission--------------he reached for his pocket.

As he did that, I raised the .45 to his chest and raised his hands again and said: "God Damn it Lieutenant! Could you NOT DO THAT! Could you and your private just not point your weapons directly at me." (He was probably wondering if that M 1 carbine was actually an M 2-----------------and he was about a 5 lb. trigger pull away from 20 rounds at point blank range from a very nervous 18 year old PFC.)

I said: "Sir. One more time. Leave!"

Which they did. I remember looking at the PFC and he was pouring sweat. And still staring and pointing his carbine at where those guys had been. And I thought: "Oh-OH". So I moved further back on his left side and said something like: "Good job Private. Now hand me the weapon."

The Battalion Commander (Colonel Hicks) later told me that the guy really was CID.

I remember thinking that I could have probably found him again that night at the first bar south (direction they headed) of the battery and ------the CID almost had a vacancy for a bird colonel slot.

Robert Glazebrook Palmetto Bay, Florida


Hidden in a Museum from Bud Harriss April 14, 2012
I (Ed Thelen) was at C-41 until 1957, less than a mile away from this museum - reputed to be HQ of 5th Army and also our ineffective Nike HQ which was incapable of even properly inspecting our air filters :-(( I visited the Museum often, being a museum geek even then, but had no curiosity about any Army unit in there !!!

I was rotated from the Far East Command in summer 1956, after service in the Korean War as a forward observer with a field artillery outfit, and later duty in Kyushu as CO of a 90mm Gun Battery in defense of Itazuke AFB. In summer of 1956 received duty assignment to the 514th AAA Operations Det, Chicago, Ill.

This unit was stationed in the basement of the Museum of Science & Industry, and all our personnel were able to freely use the Museum snackbar as a messhall. (Everyone had a key to a special door in the woodworking exhibit.) The control center operated in a semi-darkened room, with an edge-lighted plexiglas board showing a bare outline of the operational area. Entries on the board were made by soldiers standing back of the board, writing backwards (Try it in a mirror) in colored grease pencil.

This was prior to the placement of the submarine U-505.

In mid 1957 we moved to a new site at Arlington Heights and were advised that a brandnew plexiglas control board was being shipped to us by rail, and when it arrived I took two soldiers with me in a closed truck to the railyard to collect our treasure in kit form. With help from the local phone company, we put the board together piece by piece, had it operational in two days and conducted system-wide drills. That was probably my high-water experience in the Stateside Army, and I did receive a commendation for the effort, which I shared with my soldiers.

The 45th ADA Headquarters commander was BGen Peter Schmick. He reported to MGen Cardwell, Brigade CG, who was stationed at FT Sheridan.


A Lesson Learned, from Norman Paik, Jan 6, 2012
Norm reminded me that when we graduated from Nike IFC school in 1955, we lower ranks were promoted to corporal. Then we spent a two months at Ft. Bliss in packaged firing batteries practicing our new trainning, fired three Ajax missiles at RCATs at Red Canyon, and then went to help install our new equipment at various cities around the U.S. (Norm went to the wilds of Hanford, Washington, I went to the wilds of downtown Chicago, Illinois.)

The following story, appearing in the December 2011 "IEEE Life Member's Newslettter" reminded Norm of one of his early Nike adventures. In his battery at Ft. Bliss, the three IFC "mechanics" were all newly minted corporals (making $99/month). The Army Table of Organization & Equipment ( TO&E ) said that a battery could have the three "mechanics" in the IFC, and that one could be a sergeant.

Apparently Norm pulled off a stunt similar to below, and the battery commander quickly promoted Norm to that open sergeant slot. Rather unusual for a corporal with two months time in grade ;-)) I'm guessing that Norm's stunt involved Zero Set Switches, as he has a special fondness for them ;-))


A Lesson Learned

from December 2011 "IEEE Life Member's Newsleter"

When assigned as the site engineer in Tin City, Alaska, early in my career in electronics, I was told by the site commander that, "If it uses electricity, it is your responsibility to keep it in running condition." While I had many opportunities to remember that challenge with fire alarm systems, homing beacons, radios, power distribution, and the site radar, one problem stands out in my memory because of the lesson learned.

As part of the radar system, there were a number of planned position indicators (PPIs), which provided the operators with a visual of what was being detected by the radar. The radar system was part of the Distant Early Warning (DEW) Line, the radar fence that looked over the North Pole toward the Soviet Union, trying to detect any offensive moves by the Soviets. One day I was called to the operations room to look at a failing PPI. When you looked at the sweep, it looked like a snake wiggling from the center of the picture to the outer edge. lf you changed range scales, to see a more precise view at shorter ranges. It almost looked like jamming from an outside source.

Fortunately, since none of the other PPI units were displaying similar results, I determined that I had a problem in the unit. We had a number of spare units, so taking this one offline did not present a problem.

Over a period of three days, typically 12-14 hours a day, I worked on the unit. I checked power supplies, filters, and strobe generators among others, but no failing unit or part could be found. I was about ready to give up when I thought about the high-voltage power supply that was used in the PPI display tube much like early versions of television sets-high voltage used as the target for the electron beam drawing the screen images. Much to my delight, I found an inductor shorted in the output of the unit, where its function was to act as a filter for the high harmonics used in the power supply. Problem solved!

When my assignment in Alaska was complete, I was reassigned to a radar site in Manassas, Virginia. On my first day as part of my walk-around introduction, the communications and electronics (CE) officer and I passed a crowd of airmen gathered around a PPI. As we passed them, I asked, "What seems to be the problem?" They described the problem as - you guessed it - a wavy, snakelike presentation. I looked at them and said, "Replace L1.401. in the high-voltage unit. That will fix the problem." As the CE officer and I walked away, I overheard them talking to one another, "'Who was that? Who does he think he is?" Later in the day I heard the first sergeant telling the CE officer, "I don't know how he knew, but what he told them to do was exactly right."

After that day, I could have told them that painting the radar red would increase the operating range and the next day the radar would be painted. Truly a lesson learned!

Kay Floyd, LSM
Cody,WY

Old Jess, the land owner - from Bill Sunde Nov 2011
I was stationed at LA88 in Chatsworth, California in all of 1965, (Jan thru Dec) as a Fire Control Operator. I lived in Granada Hills in "Leased Housing," which for a SP4 at that time, was like heaven. I lived on Devonshire Avenue, and I remember going to work in the morning, and as I headed west on Devonshire I reach a certain street, then turned north until I got to Highway 118, then turned west again until I got to, I think it was Brown's Canyon Road.

I remember I always had to stop and open the gate, because it was private property, and I always closed and locked after I got in. Every once in awhile we would get stopped by the old fella that owned the property. He told us his name was Jess (he dressed and looked just like Jed Clampett on the Beverly Hillbillies) and he made it very clear, if we didn't close and lock that gate, there would be severe consequences, Why? Well, it seems as though he had a whole bunch of livestock that roamed the property (mainly cows, I think), and he told us the first time he loses a one of his animals the Army will pay dearly for it. Needless to say, we always made sure the gate was closed and locked behind us, both coming in and going out.

After a few months we got to be pretty good friends with ol' Jess and he would invite in for a beer every once in awhile. Believe it or not but this guy had a name for every cow, pig, chicken etc; on his property, I couldn't believe that. He told us we could hunt deer on his property if we wanted, during deer season of course, but the one thing he emphasized was, "Make damn sure you shoot at the deer, and not my animals," ha! ha! Ol' Jess drove a 1954 Ford Stationwagon (I think it was) and he had painted it himself, with cans of silver spray paint, ha! ha! I guess it worked for him.

Going to work in the morning always required us to stop at the Administration Area for accountability purposes, of course, and the other reason was, the road to the Fire Control Area was a one way road, because it was so narrow. We had to call the Fire Control Area and make sure nobody was coming down, when we were going up. It was sort of a pain in the butt, but it seemed to work out okay in the long run.

...

The reason I wrote is because I have often wondered what ever happened to ol' Jess? Is there anybody out there that may be able to tell me. He was just a nice ol' friendly guy. He was a multi-millionaire, but one would never know it by the way he lived and dressed.

William M. Sunde, MSG (Ret), Texas


Life in a support group - from Bill Worrell July 2011
They were apparently living in abandoned barracks of SF-89
I see there's not much on SF-89. I was stationed there pretty much all of 1968. Assuming it's the same site(former Ajax site)-when I was there, Ajax was gone (launch area growing over(I think I read that Ajax stopped in 1963), so we used the combined barracks(upstairs)and downstairs had the 2-man rule shops. We provided warhead support. We supported sites in the bay area. [My training was:]
-Basic electonics-Redstone Arsenal, Huntsville, AL
-Nuclear weapons electronics-Sandia Base, Albequerque, NM
-Nike Hercules Weapons Support Section, Presidio, San Francisco, CA

When I was there, we (about 5 of us-1 Sgt and the rest SP4's and 5's) lived and worked in this building within a fenced compound. Everyone had his own room, and there were another 5 or so available. In the upstairts living area, the rooms were on the perimeter, leaving a large open area that was probably once rows of open bunkbeds. There was a day room and 2 bathrooms upstairs too. The room was big enough that the Sgt E5 set up a practice range for his hunting bow.

Downstairs housed the work areas and office, lunchroom, and bathroom. Downstairs access was a heavy steel door that required two locks be opened. The two man rule was in effect at all times in the workshops. We trained regularly, both disassembly and testing of components. I think the '55G' guys would take the process from opening a M409? container, attach transfer jigs and hardware in order to complete a safe and effective de-coupling of main components. We also tested the test equipment. I seem to remember there being a lot of cleaning solvents in use. Tolulene? Carbon tetrochloride? Strong solvents.

I think about once a month? we would load up the van and head to the sites. We would go to the assembly building, where the warhead component testing would be done. I think the assembly guys left and came back when we were done. The old Chev van had a lot of slop in the steering. The motor pool never fixed it properly. I think it needed a steering gearbox, but intead-got packed with heavy grease to slow down the drifts. The Golden Gate bridge could be an adventure, between the fog and the steering issue.

One of the Spc5's built a '34 Ford hotrod in his year there. There was a separate lower level outbuilding that stored M409? containers. He got permission to use some of the space to build the car. He drove it out of there at the end of his tour. Andy..???

We had Spc5 join us for a short time from a unit in Italy. We were told-some sort of security issue? The guys wife wanted a divorce so-Maybe he is emotionally unstable? Human reliability? AR611-15? I can't remember the Reg citation.

We took our meals down at the HHC 6th Army HQ messhall. I guess that our Warhead Support Section was 'attached' to HHC for admin/headcount stuff. I think we had to coordinate sick call through them too. I do remember having to do Parade Ground formations in the Large parade gounds in front of HHC. I never had reason to go to Letterman Hospital that I recall, except for processing out, headed to Fort Bliss, TX. I did have some dental work done, that was part of Letterman.

I went down to Haight Ashbury once. In civilian clothes. I think the haircut and Oldspice gave me away. I wasn't made welcome.

Our Unit bordered one of the holes of a golf cours on the Presidio. I use to sneak on at dusk. Very tight and heavily tree lined. I learned that -I can't play. But, this has not kept me from embarassing myself over the years, to current.

That's it for now.

Ed-take care Bill Worrell


Ready to invade Japan - from Jim Spieth May 2011
see Jim's adventures with SCR-784 & more

Anyhow---all the guys in the class of '46 figured we'd be part of the million casualties conquering Japan and with 4 years of WW2 in the movies and news there was no question we'd be in the military immediately upon graduation especially since the government required high schools (at least ours) to put up conditioning and obstacle courses around the football fields as the military was wasting too much time getting guys into physical condition so there was NO question we'd hit the beaches of Japan

---then---Harry dropped the bombs and saved our lives---but---most of the guys joined anyhow---it was the thing to do---best decision I ever made! Well, I didn't turn 18 until Oct. of '46 so joined in Sept. therefore am technically a WW2 vet and so proud to be even remotely associated with that bunch.

Got to Bliss and our basic training was cut from the normal 8 weeks down to a little over 4 hectic weeks then into "advance" training, a 40mm anti-aircraft battery set to finish training in Alaska in January of '47. Why the rush? We were within inches of having it out with Joe Stalin we were told! One of my classmates went to the 10th Mtn. Div. in Leadville and trained in the snows to fight Russia in Siberia he was told.

A confirmation told to me by one of the vets I volunteer with at the local veteran's home but he was sent to Alaska in the winter to train to parachute into Siberia. So---I didn't do anything but was there if they needed me! For decades I wondered where in Alaska they were to send us and finally found out I'm sure! My daughter lives up there and helped with the research. Whittier, Alaska!

The army built the town in '42 as an anti-aircraft base to protect Seward which was Alaska's only ice-free, deep-water port so essential to our defense. Since Prince William Sound is socked in with low over-cast 2/3rds the year I can just see the 40's sitting on top of the 2000 foot mountains at the sea's edge horizontally firing at the bombers coming in under the clouds.

Visited Whittier last September, gorgeous place.

Shape Up - from Hurd, Chuck March 2011

Background:Chuck Hurd - Assistant and Team Commander at D/35th USAAD; XO at HQ, 35th. D team was wild--failed several inspections and went through a big investigation. The worst and toughest assignment of my 25 plus years active duty. Made some great friends despite it all. Eventually made Colonel and commanded a brigade at Fort Bliss, then retired. Now living in Monterey, California and still working. 7/72-4/74

Being a techie, a bit of a Dilbert - I asked Chuck how to "shape up" a unit - I had seen the movie (and read the book) "Patton" but still uncertain ;-)

I definitely learned a lot about how to shape up a unit...over there and later in my career: Always work on loyalty up and down the chain of command. Expect and demand high standards--soldiers want this even if they won't admit it. Reward hard work and dedication; more important than results in the long run. "Tough love" sums it up.


Integration, Army vs Deep South, from RODNEY R DOAN US ARMY RETIRED, October 2010

Initial note from Ed Thelen - When I was in the Army, mid 1950s, it had already been integrated - no big deal, it just was - no apparent fuss or muss, no problem visible to me. No apparent quotas - do your job, keep your nose clean, and you could hope for fair opportunity - well - as much as expected in an unfair world -

One of the Warrant Officers in our year long Nike Fire Control Maintenance class was black. No cause for comment or raised eyebrows - I had forgotten about race in the Army until the following story (somewhat reorganized) popped up.

Nike site BD-10 was near Belleuve La., in remote area called Bodcau Bayou, on Bodcau Dam Road. This site was really in the boon docks and of course it was 1960, before civil rights came about.

Mr. Biggs owned the only bar near the site where you could get a cold beer. It was a real dump, no bathrooms inside, and the beer was cooled by ice. Blacks had to go in the back room of the bar, and they had the pool table. Now blacks and whites were not to drink together - no way - this was the south in 1960.

But one night the white guys and some black girls and black guys got together drinking beer and dancing. So the Hi Sheriff came and arrested them. For Integration. So the CQ (Charge of Quarters) got a call that they were arrested, so the duty officer called the BC and they got out.

However the next day when th BC had a formation, he was pissed to say the least. He said we are here in the south and while the US Army does not support this, you must follow the laws here.


Kid Raised near Launcher Area, from Douglas V. Coggin July 2010

I live here in Estes Park, Co. I am employed by the National Park Service with 30 years of Government service and plan on retiring within one year.

I was raise up in Dorseyville, PA, [PI-03], where the Launching Facility was only located within 60 yards from our farm house. They built 16 Army houses behind my Dad's property and the rader site base was located on the other hill approximately 3 miles away. What a great childhood I had and a sad one too. I remember the day when several flatbed trucks past our home with the shell of the missiles on the back of the trucks and a police escort from our local police department right before they open up the base. It was a relatively small force approximate;y 5 officers in those early days. I wasn't able to comprehend what was actually going on at that time. I was only eight years old at that time. My parents were not much on conversation to say the least.

I could remember the drills the launching facility would have, the loudspeakers, sirens and raising the missile up. What excitement it was, scaring at times, but exciting. I remember they would transport the troops by bus, from the launching facility everyday to the rader site for their meals, where the mess hall was located. I was friends with the families at the Army houses, I had a paper route the morning and evening paper. I made friends easily. What great fun we had. The families would invite me to different functions, picnics, outings. As I remember most of them were WW11, Koren War Veterans. Every second or third year they would transfer to Germany or Korean. What a sad day it was to see my friends leave. I would see the moving vans coming in and out. It took me several months to get over the hurt knowing I would never see my friends again. I believe I still have that little hurt left inside of me as we speak.

My father rented out a space for the soldiers to park their vehicles because parking was very limited at the launching facility. My Dad would contact the Captain every other week because the soldiers would forget to pay their rental fee space. The next day, the soldiers would come down to visit my father with the money and also would apolize for not paying on time. The Corp of engineers visited my Dad in reference to buying up the rights to run the water lines through our property to the Army houses. I can remember a few disagreements they had in reference to money and not being able to tap into the water lines. At that time we had well water.

The Army had open house only once at the launching facility that I can remember. I ask my parents if they could take me to their open house and they said no and I ask them why. They just walk away from me. I was extremely hurt about this, I wanted to go so bad. I was really interested in learning about the functions and operation of a launching facility. I considered this a one time opporunity that was lost. I believe my parents held a grudge against the Army for not being allowed to tap into their water lines. If only I knew in time the good lord would provided me with another opporunity years later. I made a career out of the Air Force Reserve with 30 years service. During the first Gulf War our unit was activated and sent to Malstrom Air Force Base and guess where they sent me to? Yes, I worked at the missile Launching Facility for 5 months. I was in my hey day, my dreams finally came true I couldn't believe it I waited for over 30 years for another chance. I ask numerous questions on the function and operations of the launching facility at Malstrom. I was extremely happy to be given another opporunity. The good lord was with me. I was given another chance. I just wanted to share my story with everyone what a great childhood I had. There is never a day that goes by that I don't have a thought in reference to launching facility in the late 50's and early 60's. I still have a little hurt on losing some of my best friends I had in the early yearly, but it made me a stronger person out of me. I believe without this early environment I would never have made the military my second career. The memories will always stay with me.

One question: How did they transport the missile head in and out after they close the base. Thank-you

Douglas V. Coggin


Ed Thelen here - was an IFC (radar/computer) guy - faking it as best I can about the Launcher Area.

About transporting Nike Missile warheads [outside of the launcher area:]

- High Explosive - likely moved with a guard
- Nuclear - big deal, stories of helicopter with escort helicopter

Any launcher guy - please correct and/or amplify the above.

There is a special building in the launcher area called the "Missile Assembly Building" where assembly, disassembly, and I imagine some servicing took place.

For moving the assembled missile about the launcher area, there was a missile transporter trailer.


Sentry Dog Retraining, June 2010 from Frank H. Evans June 2010

An additional comment in support of sentry dog retraining. After many years Nike service, I attended HAWK schooling and first assignment was as a Battalion S-2 (Battalion Intelligence and Security Officer). HAWK was mobile and security section with handlers was at Battalion level. S2 ran the sentry dog program.

We also did retraining. After a handler was discharged, the dog was not feed for a few days and a newer handler introduced with food. The dogs response was monitored and the new handler slowly brought on scene.

The program worked, except for one dog I knew. This dog ended up as the warmest most affectionate dog ever. The vet was summoned to terminate the dogs service. Rather than that - I took the dog home (unofficially) and had her as a pet - for several years. She was so affectionate and obedient - an awesome companion. Then one day - out of the blue she turned on the mailman after he returned to work from a heart attack. Was an interesting situation to say the least. Who knows why. She went to a new home and I never knew anything after. Years latter she is now at the rainbow bridge for sure.

Just a note. But retraining did work. The big incentive was not from the dogs point of view - the government looked at the cost savings.


From: Tom Namtvedt
To: George Wallot
Subject: Re: Time table for closing a Nike site

George, tell your friend Bill that the sentry dogs were probably shipped back to the sentry dog training school at Lackland AFB in Texas and assigned to a new handler.

I had a recycled dog. Most of the students in my class at Lackland in '67 were Air Force security guys who used the dogs to protect SAC bases and I presume that the dogs went to SAC. There was even one Marine in my class but don't know where he and the dog were being assigned. At the missile sites, dogs were moved from handler to handler as personnel rotated through.
Most dogs accepted their new masters without a fuss. The trick was to get a choke chain on them and retrain the dog with obedience drills. The dogs really respected the choke chain and were eager for human affection. But they still could hurt you. Once the transition was complete, then the leather collar went on. Big difference in the dogs demeanor when the leather collar goes on.
We took turns feeding all of the dogs and cleaning kennels. I'd gain access into each dog's area by simply telling the dog to "get in your house" and the dog would stop barking and go in the dog house. Kind of like dog whispering, eh? One moment a nasty SOB and a few words later - disappeared. I'd then close the dog house door through a slot in the fence.
One Major wanted to see us train the dogs one day and so he came to the kennels with me and another handler. I was prepared to put on my dog's choke chain and run him over an obstacle course, through a culvert etc. We had all of the training equipment next to the kennels. Seeing someone new, the dogs went ballistic: barking, snarling, spinning in their kennels and flinging dog shit with their feet in a wide radius. Very nasty. I guess you might say that we had no fear of dognappers. I wanted to clean up the dog crap before I took him out so I told my dog to "go in your house" and he instantly stopped barking, turned and disappeared into his dog house. That must have impressed the Major as he said:
"I'VE SEEN ENOUGH!" and left.


I was too scared to - from Pat Copeland March 2010

When I was a 17 year-old PFC generator operator we had an ARADCOM ORE. When the time came, I was too scared to throw the swith to tac power. Of course I reported "IFC on tac power". Later, an officer from the ORE team came out to the generator shed and I about wet my pants. He looked at the dials, told me "good job" and left. He didn"t know what he was looking at; if they had had an NCO on that team we would have flunked the ORE and I would have been sunk.

[Later] I chose the missile master repair course because it was the longest (57 weeks) electronics course in the Army. Missile master involved the latest cutting edge in technology - transistors on circuit boards. That was 1964.

Thanks
Pat Copeland


Army exit of a Nike Site?

from Bill Shaw Nov 2008
re: Wanted - pictures of dismantling a Nike site - posted Nov 16, 2008
Hopefully that will attract someone who has something in their archives. I had thought sure that some pictures would be around showing the closure and dismantling.

I had even called the last battery commander that was at Bristol in '74 and he said no ceremony, pictures .. nothing. All he did was hand the keys over to a civilian and that was it. Sure different than when the site opened in '56.

All the best from western NY
Bill


Reply by Ed Thelen

How interesting !

To me the  picture of the exit of the army at that site isn't complete -
  a)  I guess the army removed the missiles, war heads, explosives -
  b) the vans?  cables?
  c) the beds, desks, mess equipment, lawn mowers,  ... ?
  d) ???
  e) did an inventory?
before handing over the keys?

I think folks are curious about the above -

Sometimes I hear young folks suggest the army 
        "just walked away" -
   but the army has bean counters also - that need to be satisfied - I think -

I presume there was some kind of Standard Operating Procedure developed
    and handed down???

My last full day in the Army was  "directing" the removal of matresses
        by some equally short time troops
    from  some barracks at Ft Sheridan into waiting Army 2.5 ton trucks -
      But we weren't counting them 
I presume some poor short time 2nd Lt had previously counted 'em,  twice??  ;-))
          and marked the paper on his clipboard - 
      


Civilian ViewPoint - well, young kid ;-))

from Doug Bristol October 2008
Nike Missile base S-20 and LA-96.
I became interested in Nike Missile bases when I was a child, living near the LA-96 site in the San Fernando Valley. My mother and father met a couple of men from the base at church, and invited them to dinner at our house. They told them to "bring a friend if you want". 18 soldiers showed up in one old car, riding inside and on top, so desperate were they for a home cooked meal. They were from every part of the country. As they were leaving, they invited us to a public visiting day the following Saturday, and we saw a demonstration of the missiles being moved from their horizontal to their vertical positions, and lined up on their launchers. It was very exciting for an 8 yr. old. But, as I grew older, my interests went elsewhere, and I nearly forgot about the Nike base. The launch facility is still there in the Sepulveda Dam basin (the concrete structures). There is still an old base building (the only one left) which was used for years by the National Guard. I don't know if there is anything left now.

When I moved with my wife to Washington in 1979, I was interested in the extensive coal mining history of the Cougar Mountain region, and went to "Newcastle days", a local celebration of the old mining settlement that used to exist. That is where I learned that there had been a Nike missile base on Cougar mountain, and that the man to talk to about it and the old mining facilities was a guy named Fred Rounds. Fred had been the foreman for the Palmer Coking Coal company, which owned all the land comprising Cougar Mountain at the time, with the exception of the old missile bases. Those were, of course, owned by the government. They are now owned by the King County Parks and Recreation Dept.. So, I went to see Fred.

Fred was about 85 at the time. He has long since passed away. He lived in a house he bought from the mining company when the coal mines closed. He bought it for $1.00, and moved it higher up on Cougar Mountain with a team of 10 horses and some axles he built himself. The house is now gone, replaced with "McMansions" built during the housing boom. Sadly, this housing boom and construction caused the complete reshaping of the entire mountainside. The land where Fred lived is now completely unrecognizable.

Fred was an interesting guy. He had lived on the mountain for over 60 years, since before he was in his 20's. The stories he had to tell about the missile bases are as follows;

As I 'm sure you know, the government decided to place a missile site on Cougar mountain in 1953, and it opened in 1957. It closed in 1964. The ground on which it was built was completely undermained with old mining tunnels. The government looked Fred up, and asked his advice on where to build the missile holding facilities, so that they would not run into any of the old mining tunnels when excavations began. Fred told them where they should dig, and where they should not dig. They went away.

When they returned, they began digging. Fred went up to see what they were up to, and told them that where they were digging was right over the #11 air vent for the old Palmer Coal mine. They told him he was mistaken. They were the U.S. government, and they knew what they were doing. They told him that his input was not welcome and that he should get off of the property. It was now owned by the government. Fred left.

A few days later, there was a knock on Fred's door. When he opened it, the U.S. Goernment had come calling. It seems that they had struck a shaft, and a bulldozer and driver had plummeted down the shaft. The driver was assumedly dead (although they could not yet get to him), and they had no idea what they were into. Could he shed any light on the matter.

Fred told them that he certainly could tell them exactly what they were into. He told them that they had hit the air shaft, and that it was 1400 ft. deep. He told them that if they had listened to him in the first place, and built it about 50 feet to the right, they would not now be having the troubles they were having, and the bulldozer driver would be alive. By the way, the never recovered the body of the driver, and he and his bulldozer are still at the bottom of the shaft. The government went away.

About a week later, Fred was cutting wood across from the site, and he heard a bunch of deisel engines getting louder and louder. He then noticed a lot of cement trucks coming up the road. He flagged down one of the drivers, and asked him what was up. They told him that they had been contracted to "fill up" a large hole. He told them that they better bring in a lot of trucks, as the "hole" they were filling up was an old air shaft, that was 12'X12'X1400' deep. They laughed at him. The government mining engineers had told them that it was only 12'X12'X150' deep. They would have it filled up in less than a week. He smiled at them and said "good luck".

Several weeks later, a different set of government officials came knocking at his door. Seems that the original contract h ad run out of money, and they seemed to be making no progress in filling up the hole. They wanted to know exactly how deep the shaft was. They were determined to build the facility where they wanted it, but they needed to know how deep the darn shaft was. It was going to take a larger cement contract then they had originally estimated.

Fred got out the same records and charts and maps and engineering diagrams he had showed the original people who had contacted him, and pointed out that the shaft was 1400' deep. They thanked him once again, and went away.

For the next FIVE months, concrete trucks trundled up the dirt road to the missile site 18 hours a day, and they filled up that entire air shaft. They obrtained gravel to mix with the concrete from the gravel pit further up the road past the missile site. The pit is still there today, and its size is a tribute to the amount of gravel it took to mix with the concrete to fill up that hole. The government would not admit that they were wrong and should have listened to ol' Fred. They decided it would be less embarrassing to just keep on going and fill up the shaft. Fred has no idea why they didn't just fill it up with dirt, and then put a concrete plug in it. But he guessed concrete wa cheap, and they had lots of it, and once the government starts on a course, it is hard to get them to change their designs or tactics!!!

So, that is story # 1

Story # 2 takes place in 1960. Fred was again cutting wood on his wood lot across from the missile site. The base had been in operation for about 3 years by that time, and had been a good neighbor to the locals living on the mountain. There were no complaints. All of a sudden a loud siren went off, and there was a bunch of activity at the site. He stopped what he was doing, got out his lunch, and prepared to eat it and watch the entertainment. About 30 seconds later, however, a whole bunch of military people came out the front gate on the run, and headed down the dirt road. Fred was alarmed. He began runninng to. He pulled up next to an officer, and asked what was going on. The officer told him "Well, we may have to launch the missiles. We got an alert. The problem is that sometimes they go this way (he made his hand into a missile shape, and pointed it straight up) and sometimes they go this way (he laid his hand flat and moved it horizontally) and sometimes, pal, they just plain blow up on the launching pad!!!!" Fred ran back to his house and he and his wife hid inside a closet. The alert was later cancelled, and no missiles were ever fired, but Fred never forgot the terrified look on those people's faces as they ran out of the base and scurried off down the road!!!

When I visited the missile launch site in 1980 (and talked to Fred), it was still mostly in tact, though long abandoned. Not many people knew of its existance. I took quite a few pictures of it at that time. The hatch down into the missile storage facililty, next to the blast doors, was open, although at one point it had obviously been welded shut, probably when the base was abandoned. Someone had broken the welds, and opened the hatch. Fred and I climbed down inside. There was some old unrecognizable and rusty equipment in there, and a lot of dirt and mold. It was quite dark, and I had no flashlight at the time, and neither did Fred. So, we saw what we could, but it was not much.

I determined to come back with a Coleman lantern, and did in fact return about 2 months later. I went to the hatch, but there was water right up to the top of the hatch. The mines (and everything else built underground up there) flood with water whenever whatever tunnel the water drains out of gets plugged. Apparantly it was plugged badly, as the whole system was filled up. It rains so much in Washington that this does not take long.

So, when I visited in 1980, the missile storage and launch site was still uncovered, and you could see the large metal doors with their yellow warning markers painted on them. There was a missile repair facility, a housing unit, a mess hall, an incinerator, a base maintenance facility, and many other buildings. There was also a basket ball court on the other side of the "blast hill" that had been built between the base buildings and the launch site.

I next visited the site in the 1990's, and found that the King County Parks Department had removed all the buildings, and bulldozed dirt over the launch site. There is nothing left now but a large meadow and a few road remnants. Clear back in 1980, I had gone to Olympia and gotten an aerial photograph of the facility which had been taken the previous year. I still have that photograph. I noticed a trail leading from the launch site off to a corner of the base. When I was up there in 1980, I followed that trail, and it led to a marijauna field!!

Fred Rounds was an interesting and generous character. You had to visit Fred after 10:00 AM, and before 2:00 PM. Fred was in poor health with a bad heart, and he didn't get up until about 9:30 AM. He took a nap every day from 2-4:00 PM, and then he had dinner and watched some TV and then went to bed.

The control facility (one mile further up the hill, reachable by a different road) is now a developed Regional park at the top of Cougar Mountain. The buildings were there when I first visited that facility with Fred in 1980, but they were in very poor shape at that time. One had been burned, and the walls of many of the other buildings had been vandalized and torn apart. Many of the roofs had collapsed. I do not have pictures of that facility. Those buildings are now all gone, but the original radio tower is still used, along with a number of others that have been added. There are now a slew of radio, TV, cellphone, and other transmitters up there. The sidewalks and places where the buildings used to be are still there, and there is a large sign with a map of the whole control base on it, and individual markers where each of the buildings used to be located. There is a short history of the missile site on the sign as well.

I even went so far as to look up information about the sites at the National Archive facility at Sand Point, Washington, about 20 miles away. This was back in 1980, as well. There I learned that both fo the sites got their water from a well that had been drilled by the government. The well was 1000' deep, to get down to where the aquifer is. There is water, of course, much higher on cougar mountain, and they could have gotten all the water they would ever need by simply drillling down only about 10 '. Unfortunately, that water is contaminated from the mining operations that spanned approximately 100 years of the area's history. The town of Renton (SW side of cougar Mountain) is named for George Renton, who operated mines there. This is where the Boeing bomber assembly facilities were located, which is one reason the missile system were installed around Seattle. The town of Newcastle, which was where the mining headquarters was located, and which is just about 1 mile from where the launch facility was located, is named for the type of coal found there, which is very similar to the coal found in Newcastle Scotland. The town of Coalfield (now gone but still a placename in the area) was where a significant exposure of coal was located.


Nike Unit Blasted by Corporal Missile....Almost

from Ron Chandler Sept 2008
Nike Unit Blasted by Corporal Missile....Almost
from Ron Chandler Sept 2008

In the spring of 1954 I finished ordnance Guided Missile Repair School at Redstone Arsenal and was assigned to White Sands Proving Ground, New Mexico. My assignment at WSPG was to a new unit called Nike Field Maintenance (NFM).

Our mission was not only to repair the Nike Ajax missile from guidance, propulsion, hydraulics and airframe systems but to also test and checkout the equipment testing consoles and try to work out any "kinks" in this equipment before it went to the batteries around the country. Our unit was located approx. 15-18 miles out in the desert from the main post. Out past the main blockhouse for those of you familiar with WSPG.

Many of the missile launchings, especially the larger ones came from this blockhouse complex that was about 5 or 6 miles from the main post. As a safety precaution, all units in the field were tied into the Range Safety Radio network. As such when there was a launch all units would vacate their buildings about 5 minutes before a launch just in case a missile would wander off course we would know which way to run.

Most of the time we would watch the launch or catch a quick nap or a smoke. (Everyone smoked in those days) On one particular day in 1955 a Corporal was to be launched....5,4,3,2,1 fire and we began to see the missile raise into the atmosphere above the dunes. At about 2,000 feet the missile started to slow and dance sideways and about that time something came over the radio that amounted to "Abort!". As with most missiles the Range Safety Officer had the ability to blow the fuel tanks or in some manner destroy the misile so it would come down in a safe location.

This time, however, we could see that the missile was still moving in our direction. Any missile launched always looked like it was almost over your location because of the height so we just kept watching it come our way, however in just a few seconds we realized that it was REALLY coming down on top of NFM. We could actually hear the missile roaring as it started to come to earth. Capt. Marino shouted "run for cover" as if we weren't already running around in circles trying to figure where "cover" was.

Our quonset type building was located on a concrete or asphalt pad that ran out about 75 feet beyond the building. I was looking over my shoulder about the time the Corporal hit the sand and exploded and sent up a dust cloud and an acid fuel cloud that looked, at the time, like a mushroom cloud. People were knocked off their feet either by the concussion or each other and then many were also covered by the acid cloud.

I hate to think what would have happened if the missile had landed another 20 feet closer and hit the concrete pad. Fortunately the soft sand had absorbed most of the impact. As we began to get to our feet and start to figure out if we were o.k. Capt. Marino somehow got us all together and did a quick head count. We were all alright save some minor scrapes and scratches except that we were missing one guy.

As we got to looking around we realized who was missing and we knew that this one guy always slipped off in the afternoon and took a little "siesta" behind some of the nearby dunes. Those of us that knew him started checking around and hoping that he wasn't hiding out where the missile hit. Well in about 10 minutes when the crowd had dispersed he came walking into the unit with this sheepish grin on his face and said, "what's wrong, you guys looking for me?"

Fortunately Capt. Marino was on the other side of the bldg. when he showed up. As I said no one got hurt. About 15 guys had to get their lungs checked out because of being in that acid cloud and again there was no problem. We were all very lucky. We were all told not to talk about it when we got back to post so we had to try to keep quiet, but everyone on the radio network had already heard it and pretty soon word got out and of course the Corporal guys caught hell for attacking us. Just another day at WSPG.

That's how a Nike Unit got attacked by a Corporal.


great duty being a liaison man

from Allen J Keeling June 2008
After completing tech school in Fort Bliss I was assigned to the Nike Missile Sites around New Britain Conn. It was Sept of 1956 and we were just opening the launch sites.

I was eventually assigned to the HQ of the HQ BTRY on top of a mountain outside of New Britian.

I and three others were sent as AAA liaison to the Eastern Air Defense Command (air force) in Roslyn NY. We were there until Jan 1957 then moved out to Montauk Pt NY.

The air force radar site in Montauk was the 773 aircraft control and warning and Sqd.(773rd ac&w). We were there to call in the locations of U S aircraft during a possible enemy air attack so we wouldn't shoot down our own aircraft. I do remember that the call sign for our location was “cowboy” and New Briton was “powder.

It was great duty being a liaison man and I remaind there until Discharge in Aug. of 1958. They sent a helicopter over from New Britain to pick me up for processing out and I felt like a General for a short time.

The reason for my letter is the absence of any information on the New Britain location ( I would like to know what happened to it) of the HQ BTRY. And as expected most people don't know that we had a small unit of AAA liaison People on the Montauk site.

If you goggle 773rd ac&w squadron you will find more info about that site.

I had a very good experience in the USARMY mostly because of the people I came into contact with My Capt., Andrew J Kelgariff (sp) was the greatest (most decorated man in the 63rd AAA GR) and I still see one of my army buddies from time to time.


Riot Gas Exposures - a dark side of the world -

from Roy Mize June 2008
Intro - I (Ed Thelen) have known Roy Mize for about 10 years. We are volunteers at the Computer History Museum. I trust his words. This is a copy of an e-mail from Roy to Eric Muth

Doing some research and found a link to Muth ... .

I knew we were both Nike veterans, but I didn't know we had both done time at Edgewood Arsenal and participated in the chemical warfare experiments.

I was at Edgewood in November/December 1959 and January 1960. Except for the holidays, most of my time was spent in psychological tests and physical endurance testing. (You remember the great shape we were in when we were young.)

Spent the last 3 hours reading the horror stories of some of the 7720 vets. Without a doubt, we are both very lucky. The Good Lord must have something in mind for us.

Unlike many of the vets, I did get to see what was supposedly my official records. The reason was my security clearances. Like you, I also had a top secret clearance (for over 30 years). TS was where clearances started in the world I worked and I had many 'need to know ' above TS' clearances.

When publicity about Edgewood testing LSD really came out in the early 80's, I was ordered to make a request for my records through channels. For some reason, my sponsoring organizations didn't seem to want an official connection. Although based on what I've read in the past few hours, someone made sure that what I received was complete.

I don't have the records. They were submitted for review to my sponsors. I do remember that the summary said that I had not received LSD or BZ and had only been exposed to contaminates in one test; e.g. a 'non-lethal' nerve gas - identity not given. I have long believed that it was a diluted Sarin and from what I've been reading, this is a logical conclusion.

I was also contacted in the 1982 follow-up for Edgewood volunteers, I should have kept a copy of the questionnaire but I didn't. Also didn't keep the letters. Just felt that I was ok and had moved on.

I remember my single field test well. Under the command of a ranger colonel, a small group of us received tank operations training at Aberdeen Proving Grounds. It was fun. Once we had the hang of it, we were given a tank to take on a joyride across the range. Our only orders were not to knock down any buildings or objects and don't run over any trees larger than about 8 inches.

Early the next day we reported to the tank range for tests. I sat on the left with the viewport open and dressed only in my fatigues. On my right sat an experienced tank driver dressed in protective clothing, gas mask on and viewport closed.

The scenario was simple. We were to drive down the road and ford a stream. There would be a cloud hovering about the water at the ford. It could be early morning fog from water vapor. It could be low lying smoke from a smoke bomb to obscure an enemy across the stream, or it could be nerve gas.

Just before my tank entered the water, a grenade exploded in front of the tank and released gas. I don't remember much except that I managed to cross the stream and stop the tank before my panic took over. I bolted the tank and ran. Just ran. Some men grabbed me and kept me from rubbing my eyes. I received on-site medical aid and in a few hours felt fine. I learned later that the person next to me in the tank was responsible for stopping it so that the volunteer wouldn't be run over. I understood why. I still don't know how I did what I did. I was told most volunteers bolted with the tank still moving.

There has never been any residual effects. I do remember that liquid flowed from every orifice in my body, including my ears, and the stinging, burning sensation was akin to moving your hand too closely across a blowtorch except that it was everywhere - inside and out.

My time in the wards was pretty uneventful except for one person. I've always been an observer and the one thing I remember was a young sergeant who in retrospect must have been given either BZ or LSD. We were in a closed medical ward and he kept wandering around commenting to no one in particular about his body - e.g. he didn't have one. As time progressed, I remember him commenting on seeing his hand floating beside him but not connected to his body and then about other parts as he came down from the high.

I also remember my first blood test at the Edgewood clinic. I passed out. They gave you a beaker, stuck a glass tube in a vein and said call the medic when it was nearly full. I called the medic , he took the beaker and the tube, and then I keeled over.

Didn't mean to ramble, but the readings brought back long forgotten memories.

Roy


Social life on Belle Isle Detroit Mich. Fall 1955-Dec 1956

from Logan, RB June 2008
Off duty time was good in Detroit area.

Free bus rides every 1/2 hour to downtown. U S.O. was center of activity - free movie passes - also free tickets to many events - stage shows-hockey and 50-75 tickets to football games. G.I.s had own section right field Brigg Stadium - uniform or I.D.card got you in free. We would boo Al Kaline & Mickle Mantle for being 4-F.

U.S.O. came to Belle Isle about every 6 weeks for a talent show. Sat night dances at Veterans Bldg. U.S.O. located at that time basement of stage theater. We would hang out in bar next door knowing when the bell rang to leave in a hurry and return 1/2/hr.later. The bell was the intermission sign for the stage show we were to leave the bar to give space to the big paying customers from the stage show. We would return when stage show started again.

U.S.O. had free snack bar - Free coffee, "Coke" (the drinking soda) cost a nickel from a canteen machine. Female hostess would sit and talk to us. One got up to "powder", one of our boys being polite handed the hostess her purse which on the floor. "This is heavy -what's in here a gun?". "Yes I'm a police woman". We were on our good behavior that night! This was 1955-1956 female cops were an unknown quantity then.

One Sunday night all the girls ran to the T.V. screen. GIs wondered what was going on - Elvis first time on T,V.


Red Faced in Red Canyon

from Logan, RB June 2008
A bty 85th Red Canyon launch crew--summer 1955 vol 1

Our latrine was a pit and an orange crate with a hole in it.Soldier K came into the L.C.T. where we kept the rolls of toilet paper and a magazine and left to attend to natures call.

A short time later I got a call from the Range Safety Officer telling me to connect him to whomever was in charge. Sarg Underdue said "Yes Sir - I do not know but will call you back when I find out."
Whats up sarg? I asked. "Wait a minute" was the answer.

K returned to the trailer to return the paper and the magazine. Sarg. Underdue told him he had gotten a call from the safety officer asking why a soldier was running "bare assed" in the desert with his pants around his ankles --out of uniform" K got red in the face as he would pull jokes on us but did not liked one pulled on him.

"Sarg. I was reading the magazine - finished nature's call; put the magazine down -reached for the toilet paper as a gust of wlnd rustled the pages of the magazine.

"I THOUGHT IT WAS A RATTLESNAKE and took off in a hurry."

After sarg reported back to the safety officer, I was on the phone telling the pit crew about "snake K'.


Some of the boys had cars at Red Canyon. Returning from a near by town they captured a tarantula spider--put him in a box and came back to the barracks where half of us were

Outside the door the spider was let loose-after viewing it someone stomped on it -we went to bed not telling those not there about it.

Next morning "the not in the know group" headed to the latrine. All of a sudden came a loud yell"%#@****^^^ Look what we have been sleeping with!!!! We never told them it was an import. I wonder how much sleep was lost the next night

One of the launch crew killed a rattlesnake cut off its head --when the duce&1/2 picked us up he coiled it with the rattles showing under a tarp which he placed over the rest of the dead snake.

We then picked up the radar crew who would climb in over the tailgate into the truckThe soldier who finnally saw it let out a yell and jumped back about three feet from the truck.


A sarg in assembly site at Red Canyon was bragging that he never misplaced a tool because he wore a tool belt to prevent this. A challenge to our boys. At every chance they had they would pickpocket a tool from the belt---Sarg was not happy when he reached for a tool and found a empty slot

Setting up site on Belle Isle A tree on the Fisher (made car bodies for G.M.) estate was in the line of site between radar and missile. Our Lt. told this to the groundkeeper who oked the tree removal. A detail cut down the tree. The next day the Lt. went back stating another tree was in line of site also. The Fisher groundkeeper said he would have the tree removed. Wonder why he didn't want our free help again?


Red Canyon Tales

from George Miceli December 2007 via JPMoore
I was stationed at red canyon from june or july 1959 to 28 nov 1959....I worked as a construction machine mechanic mos 621.10...in the engineer shop for sgt campbell...I remember sgt sidel and nike the burro...

I was sent there as a heating and ventilation specialist...Sgt cambell said he needed a mechanic ..I told him I really was a mechanic... He took me to this old chrysler industrial engine that had been taken all apart and was frozen up with rust...It was attached to a six inch hale centrifical pump...He said get it running...So I dumped the sand out of it and put diesel fuel on the pistons and valves and tapped on the pistons with a hammer handle to set up vibrations to let the diesel fuel work..I got it broke free and took it in the shop and rebuilt it..It ran like a watch...

Sgt Cambell had our c.o. change my mos to 621.10 from 521.10... I remember wiley hit a cow one night coming back from carrizozo with his ford...I was busy putting transfer cases in the M 52 tractors...They were being used to haul potable water from carrizozo to red canyon... They were going to advance me in rank every 4 months instead of the usual 6 months...

I went down to the nike bar...It was packed ..This nice looking lady came in and asked if she could sit at my table..Yes I said...so we had some drinks and listened to the music...Later,I said I`m hungry so we went to a restaurant that was half a bar .. we were going up one set of stairs, sgt campbell was coming down the other side..He saw us but didn`t say anything..

Later she drove me back to red canyon..The next morning sgt sidel said to take the duece and a half downtown to the jail and pick up our personnel...There had been a disturbance..The lady was sgt campbell`s fiance..the following week I was filling the water coolers on all the buildings..driving the garbage truck and at night I was filling the pot torches on our road construction job..Sgt campbell said I`ll make sure you don`t have time to hang around my fiance...I finally convinced him I was innocent of wrongdoing and he let me back in the engineer shop...

Then I went to Kaiserslautern,Germany for 25 months..They were going to send us to vietnam but the russians put up the berlin wall in aug 61,so we stayed in germany..We got extended past our enlistment for several months...and we mustered out...I would like to know the grid coordinates of red canyon if anyone knows them..then I can look it up on google earth..

Thanks..george miceli ra12567961

N 33 deg 43.100, W 106 deg 07.383


Nike site closing, wish pictures

from Bill Shaw September 2007
Hello Ed Thelen
I'm Bill Shaw who has the Bristol Nike website

What I have desperately looked for years were pictures of the IFC equipment or missiles at the Nike site at PR-38 Bristol RI getting dismantled and or trucked away in 1974 for posting on my website. Alas... no-one I have contacted has any. Civilians now at Bristol or Army fellas that were there when it closed ...nobody has anything. We did have a fella who was part of our old crew go back to Bristol a few years ago and went thru their small newspaper's (Bristol Phoenix) archives which at the time were only stacks of dusty newspapers in a room and he found nothing after spending a day there. Unfortunately no archives at that time at the newspaper were kept on a computer of microfiche . I have talked on the phone with Don Wantuck who was the last BC at Bristol when it closed and he told me all he did was hand over the keys to a civilian and that was it. No ceremony, pictures or anything. Strange as the site was there for 18 years defending that area. I would have thought there would have been some sort of a closing ceremony

Off subject a bit:

Don tells me a story that was typical of the Army and that was about 2 weeks before the site officially closed and everyone had their marching orders and had sewn on brandy new patches on their uniforms he got a letter from higher HQ to get ready for a Command Inspection. No more improvement funds for the site were available as it was closing so he had to shell out of his own pocket for paint for the all the bldgs interiors plus everyone had to sew back on their prior patches. Kinda comical now but back then I can hear the comments ....... not too many happy campers I bet!

Anyway, now I even would accept some pictures from other Herc or Improved Herc sites of the dismantling to post if possible since we can't find any from Bristol. Full credit would be given to whomever submits them.

Can you help?
Thanks
Bill Shaw - ex SP6 radar and computer techy


2 Red Canyon Stories, Mess Sergeant, I'm Doomed

from John Eichenlaub August 2007
I have a couple of stories about Red Canyon.
The first one begins in S. Dakota.

When I arrived at Ellsworth AFB (late Summer 1957), the Nike sites were under construction. There were 75 MM gun placements still in use, pending activation of the Nike batteries. All of the Army personnel (75 MM and Nike) lived in 3-story barracks buildings at the back (North) end of the air base. We had our own mess hall, motor pool, etc.

At the mess hall one evening, one of the gun crews didn't come in for their supper. The mess sergeant waited for maybe an hour, then told the mess crew to clean up. They had just about finished when an officer came in with the gun crew. The mess sergeant said he was sorry, but they were too late. The officer told him the crew had pulled their duty, and he WOULD feed them. So the sergeant went back into the kitchen. A few minutes later, the officer went back to check on the sergeant's progress. There was the mess sergeant, picking hamburger patties out of a garbage can!

Well, that was the end of the sergeant (we thought). He was quickly shipped out and we never saw him again. That is, until maybe a year later when we went to Red Canyon. When we went to the mess hall, there was the sergeant. He was serving food on the chow line. But he wasn't a sergeant any more, he was a PFC....


The second story concerns one of the missile firings I was involved in. I participated in two. For one, I was in the bunker near the missile as it fired. That was a little scary but uneventful, other than the roar, the ground shaking, the stove rattling and dust flying down the escape shaft.

But the second firing was different.

For the second firing, I was in the LCT (Launcher Control Trailer). The LCT was across the road from the missile bunker and up the hillside several hundred feet. This time, we fired at night. There were road guards posted on the road to prevent vehicles from passing through when we went to red alert.

We were in red alert and nearing countdown to launch. Several of us were in the LCT with the door shut. One of the roads guards reported that the other guard was letting vehicles through. The other road guard didn't reply to our calls, so the warrant officer yelled, "Eichenlaub, get down there and seal off that road!"

I jumped out the front door and ran full-speed down the hill. After being in the lighted trailer, it seemed to be pitch black outside. I could see nothing, but down the hill I went. And it was going pretty well, until I got to the road.

Well, almost to the road. I had forgotten that there was a drainage ditch next to the road. It seemed like I was flying for a second or two. Then I hit the other side of the ditch. I laid there for a few seconds, taking inventory of my moving parts. Then I started crawling up toward the road, yelling for the missing road guard. I heard him yell something back. And then the world came to an end.

At least it seemed so. The missile launched, maybe a couple hundred feet away from me. The roar was enough, but in the darkness it seemed like the whole world was on fire. I got to my feet and watched the missile.

I had seen several Nikes blast off from a distance (in daylight). When the booster separated from the missile, try as I might, my eyes always followed the booster back down. I could never keep sight of the missile.

But on this night, I watched the booster come ALL THE WAY back down. And it was headed straight for me. You know those pictures where the eyes follow you all around the room? That's the way it was with me. I was running around in circles like a cornered rat, but that ball of fire was going to fall on my head. It finally did hit the ground, maybe a hundred feet from me.

I walked over and was watching the remains of the booster burn, when my lost friend came up and said, "Don't try to put that out, that's magnesium." Yeah, right. Like I was gonna try that, just after recovering from the certainty that I was gonna die....

My memory is not as good as it used to be. I've forgotten a lot of things over the years. But I'll never forget my night with the Nike booster.

I'll send some more stuff later.

John.


What the world didn't know ...

from Robert C Rivenburgh Sr July 2007
We were sitting on enough nukes to turn the world into a cinder. For the most part, had we launched our missiles there wouldn't be enough remaining to worry about fighting for.

We had no idea that if, in the event we were not able to blow up missiles that we couldn't launch, our Air Force would do it for us thus leaving us with our field gear, an M-14 and ammo to fight who? Defend what? We had 11 nukes per section, 3 sections to a firing battery or team if you will. I shiver at the thought of what could have happened and at times nearly did happen. If you add up all the fire power there was in Europe,..... MY GOD.....

And we worked each day, many times under manned, and so dependent on our host nation for support. Lots of times, guys would go off the deep end, go out and get drunk, I mean drunk, cry for home, puke their guts out then wake up the next morning and face the reality. If they weren't stuck in Germany, it could be the Nam thing. See, a lot of the guys were US not RA. That means they were drafted. If you were RA and complaining about being in Germany, hay, you enlisted, you let someone else think for you!

What the heck, the food was good, we could have our eggs cooked the way we wanted. living standards were good, and lots of hot water and we didn't go out into the field. The herc for us wasn't mobile. I heard stories come out of Turkey where Artillery units did pull field duty. My brother Frank was Hawk, and he saw plenty of field duty. For the person reading this who has no idea what field duty was for an Artillery man, let me just say, " as I understand it, it's kinda like camping with BIG RV's".......

ED, Great site, and I hope to see lots of others check in who served under USAREUR and SASCOM during to 60's, those of us who are left........

RC Rivenburgh
- Ed responds -

Yes - the world was/is a dangerous place !! 
      with no change in sight - even/especially the U.N. is a mess.

It would seem nice if the 
      Stalins, tigers, rattlesnakes, microbes, typhoons, ...
would let "the rest of us" be -
     But that does not seem to be the way the world works.   :-((

Even chickens, cows, crows want to compete/boss/eat-other-things.
    Even plants crowd up to catch more sunlight than the other plant.
      Even stars gobble stuff up, and explode.

Bumber !!

I was plenty worried with non-nuke Ajax in Chicago -

I notice that old folks tend to lose their optimism -
    Wife and I are getting older   :-|

The world seems both savage and the wonderful
    The suicide bombers and  the Internet

Seems to have been this way for at least 300 million years -
    Some strange little fossils now regarded as hard parts of early predators.

A tired cheer
     Ed Thelen


Germany - Ajax to Hercules

from Robert C Rivenburgh Sr July 2007
Boy, now you do make me feel old....
Yup, Nike/ Ajax.......

Germany we had Ajax and herc... In late 65 the Germans took their Ajax back to Bliss and fired them. On return we were kept busy training the Germans on assembly of the Herc.

In the warhead building we, the Americans were busy making ready for the day we were stocked with Nukes, then all hell broke loose.

2 man rule went into effect, film badges and pocket docemeters were the order of the day, and we all became known as custodial agents. We even got the new M-14 issued to us. The M-1's were retired and I guess were all sent state side.That was the same year we were told to cut the long sleeves off our Kaki's. The nex funny looking boots were issued too, no toe like the conkrins.....

R Rivenburgh


Nike Sites Germany

from Larry Sheesley July 2007
Hi Ed: My name is Larry Sheesley and I worked with LTC Randy McConnnell who lives near the site in Washington State. I served with him in the 3D COSCOM for several years. We were both in Germany for several years, he was in Fa and I was in ADA.

I was assigned to A 5/6 in Schonburg, Germany from late 70 to mid 73. I was trained at Ft. Bliss as a Scope dope but when I arrived on site in Germany I was converted to a launcher rat. Our launchers were all above ground in earthen mounds that we had to mow the grass on in the summer.

Three BHE rounds were on the pad in each section(A,B,C, and D) there were an additional seven rounds in each barn to bring the battery to a total of 40 rounds. The nukes that we had we of two variations: one was a small nuke warhead and the other type a larger warhead. In the battery, out of the total rounds 12 were nukes. We were told by on of the section sergeants that there was enough fire power in one of our sites in Germany to level all of Europe. there were four such sites in our BN.

Today I look back and think that I was playing catch with the guys using these warheads like footballs. We use to have Huey gunships accompany the chopper that brought us fresh warheads every three months. I am sorry that I am rambling on, but they were some great memories of Germany in my earlier 30 years of service.

I visited the site in 2000, but it was turned over to the Germans and the radar is gone but the mnt, ready bldg, generator bldgs, launchers mounds, and the barracks are all standing stil fenced in and guarded by German civilian police. I wanted to take my family in and show them but we were not allowed, so now that I know that you have a similiar site out in Ca, I will come and visit. ...

Sincerely
Larry Sheesley
SFC, USA, Retired


Western Electric stories

from Hugo L. Klee Febuary 2007
as told to his daughter - his eyes

LOPAR story: In Pittsburgh: An ordinance tech was working with the LOPAR and disconnected the high voltage line between the BCT and LOPAR. He insisted that it be turned on while he was holding the cable. The Warrant Officer warned him, but the Ordinance Officer insisted. Suddenly he became a purple shaft of light. They turned it off immediately, and the Warrant Officer was scared but unhurt.

Ah - those big cables, and the big cable connectors - I forgot to get pictures of them. Will do so next time I'm at SF-88 - Thanks for the idea

Ed Thelen

I was there for the change from analog to digital for the Nike system. It was part of the upgrade from vacuum tubes to solid state devices. Installation crews took out the analog out and put in the first military approved mini computer. If it didn’t work, I had to find out why. Sometimes a wiring problem—one time-if we connected a capacitor on wires leading into the computer it worked better.


A Little on the Rowdy Side ;-)

from Hugo L. Klee Febuary 2007

Dear Ed,
Please allow me to give you an update of my experiences at the Marlton site.

We had taken package training at Ft. Bliss in 1953-54. We were package 8, 
which was to convert units in the Phila. defense, from 90 MM, to Ajax.

We were stationed at a temporary site at Ft. Dix waiting for construction
completion. We finally moved to our home. My routine was blessed with
guard duty, KP, and manning the radars. I was an operator trained on all
aspects. We held our own with ORE's etc. 

We had two Lt's, Boudrie and Brimberry. The latter being from Texas A&M. 


He told me to never ask an officer for a cigarette light. A real dork. 

We were cutting up in the barracks after lights out, and in the dark queried
"who was making all the noise'? One of the guys, Absher by name, from NM, 
told the darkness voice to go get ---------. 

The Lt fell us all out in the snow, and marched us to the LCA. 
When we got back, no one would tell him who had cussed him, 
  so he took all of our passes. 

Next morning 1st Sgt Stanley told him to keep his hands off the
pass box, and we could go out again. The platoon Sgt, Botticher and I
fed the A&M Lts dog exlax, and paid him back in full. We last saw him
chasing the dog toward the LCA. 

In 1956, My time was up, I was an SP-3, and left the military. 
As I left the unit, the guys bade me farewell, 
   with all middle fingers extended, all in fun. 
I came back in 2 weeks, Lt Boudrie had picked me up at the Phila train station. 
I was met with extended middle fingers, once again all in fun, 
   but now they knew I was crazy.

I always showed an interest in electronics, was always bugging the maint.
personnel with questions like, what is the purpose of a computer differentiator
scale factor test, How does an AFC work etc. I got promoted to Staff Sgt,
and went to Maint school. I had now decided to make the Army a career,
and tried to keep my act together. 

We had an RU worker on site named Pearly Morris, an ex policeman 
in Newfoundland. He helped get my butt out of trouble with the 
local police magistrate, as did the local red cross lady. 
I think I went through Marlton >100 MPH. Got off with a $25 fine.
Any more would have squelshed my WO application. 

I can remember the CO sending me to Riker's Island to return an awol to Marlton. 
Quite an adventure. Staff car, train, subway then ferry, pick him up, then return.

A few names I remember were Hegler, Joe Moretti, Absher and Joe Enwright.
Pop Becker always got us up, he was a great M/sgt, and leader, as well as
Chief FC mechanic. Would you believe that we worked together at the Pitman
site, and I outranked him. Needless to say that never came to pass with me
telling him to do anything. He was my mentor, rank be dammed. 

One funny thing I remember was this, I was on KP, as an E-4. Would always ask for
pots and pans. A cook decided to punish me for reasons unknown, and had
me clean the grease trap with a toothbrush. As this was taking place he
decided to drop an evaporated milk can in the muck. After cleaning off my
face, I grabbed a meat cleaver and chased him to the orderly room, where
he cowered behind the 1st Sgt. My explanation was sufficient, and top
took me off the KP roster, praise the LORD. 

My memory is still great, long term.
The RED CROSS lady, named Bagely or Mosely was a boon to the GI's,
with tidbits to eat, dances with the local ladies and many other morale plusses.

Well Ed, just wanted to give you an insiders view of the site. Hope I made
you and others laugh. I am now 71 years of age, and still remember my
couple of years at Marlton.
                             Respectfully,
                                                     Hugo L. Klee
                                                     7526 38th Dr. S.E.
                                                     Lacey, WA 98503


Dispatch from a fallen soldier

from Jim Warren January 2007

> Hello Mr. Thelen,
> 
> I have a son who is with a signal company in the 4/1 Cav at FOB Marez, 
> Mosul, Iraq.  I follow the web log in the El Paso Times for first hand news 
> and insights by the men and women over there.  There is a post on the "blog" 
> from 2nd Lt. Mark Daily who lost his life recently.  It's quite insightful 
> and remarkable considering the young man was only 23 years of age.  I 
> thought you might like to read it.  Here is the link:
> 
> http://elpasotimes.typepad.com/longknife/

   local copy

> 
> My father, on numerous occasions asked me "Did anyone ever tell you, you 
> would make a good 2nd Lieutenant?"  I always thought this was a derrogatory 
> comment but after reading the post on the aforementioned log, I think 
> perhaps a 2nd Lieutenant would not be a bad thing to aspire to.
> 
> Take Care
> Jim Warren

I have added the URL to near the top of my salute to 
    folks who risk life and limb ...

Thank you

About 2nd Lieutenants 
   I hardly ever tell folks, but I too was in the ROTC -
       and (justifiably) found wanting at the end of my second year -

   I have great sympathy for the difficulties of 2nd Lieutenants
       - interesting influence and power
       - usually too green to do an optimum job with it

   Several years later, as a non-com, I had the opportunity to
       help young 2nd Lieutenants get more savvy,
           as I too was getting more savvy.

Interesting world
   --Ed Thelen


Post closing unauthorized visits - Nike Site D-51

from Scott C. Anderson January 2007
Hello,

I read with great interest tonight your very comprehensive history of the Nike Ajax Missile Installations, and I felt compelled to write, and add a little insight and my own personal history involving Site D-51, right in my own backyard, so to speak, here in my hometown, Grosse Ile, Mich.

I have lived here since 1969, when I was barely 8 years old, and incidentally, that was the same year that the Grosse Ile Naval Air Station was officially decommissioned.

For years following, there was virtually no activity at the "Navy Base" as we called it, and little by little every one of the buildings fell rapidly into a state of disrepair. One by one, the buildings burned, fell down, or were demolished. I have quite vivid recollections of "exploring" in these various different buildings throughout the early to mid 1970s. It was quite the popular hangout for us kids, as one might imagine, and we often were removed from this building or that by the local representatives of the Grosse Ile Police!!!

The "Nike Site" was always a mystery to me as a kid, and my father only referred to the (now as I have learned it is called) the "IFC" center, which was on Groh Rd, and all that remained then was the large concrete platforms. This was what i thought, all there was to the Nike Site. It was 1980 or shortly thereafter when a few friends asked us to go "exploring" with them, down in the abandoned missile silos. I was quite intrigued by this, and went along for the ride. Of course, this was done in the dark of night, as not to bring attention to our presence, as the former Grosse Ile NAS had been converted to the Grosse Ile Municipal Airport by the mid seventies, and there was still sporadic light plane traffic on the runways at all hours. We also knew we could get ourselves into quite a predicament with the law if caught, because this was federal property, and we were most definitely trespassing.

I still remember parking our vehicles at the Elba Mar Boat Club, on East River Rd, basically directly across from an access gate into the Nike Silo installations. We would sneak across the road, through the ditch line, and sneak under the gate to gain access. After a short walk to the west and south, we would come into a basically open area, with three large and completely separate installations. There were three large diamond plate steel doors, possibly 30 ft long by 8 ft. wide. These doors were split down the middle, and obviously were both dropped downward by hydraulic rams. There were also three large raised berms (asphalted) with three large spring loaded double doors (6' x 6') angled upwards at maybe a 15 to 20 degree angle. These three identical doors, I gathered were the main personnel entrances into each installation. The interesting thing about these doors were that they were heavily (rubber) gasketed as to seal, and heavily spring loaded to shut automatically, and each door was marked with the "conelrad" "Fallout Shelter" insignia, and painted yellow and black.

These doors had been hastily welded shut several years before, so no access was possible here. We found access to the western most installation through the "escape hatchway" as i have now learned it was called. This was a large metal tube ladder vertically mounted inside in a tall (30 to 40 ft deep) boxed concrete enclosure, with another smaller steel spring loaded hatch cover, possibly 3' x 3'. Someone had either broken the welds, or possibly jimmied this hatch cover off, making access possible for us. I distinctly remember descending down this ladder to what seemed forever, and finding that my small flashlight was very inadequate for the job. Also, it was so dark, damp, and musty smelling, almost overcoming us. There seemed to be 2 to 3 inches of water on the floor, with a permeation of red hydraulic fluid blobs everywhere floating around.. I don't think we went too much farther that first visit....re-thinking that we had better prepare ourselves for a real expedition in the near future.

It must have been very shortly thereafter that we once again trekked down to the "Nike Site", this time armed with hip waders, Coleman Lanterns, and other accessories....I am imagining that a few six packs of some cold brewed beverage may have found its way into our knapsacks too!!! The trip back through the woods, and into the site was again, uneventful, as we were not seen by anyone, and we began our descent down into this dark abyss. As a footnote, I could kick myself roundly, and repeatedly for not taking a camera, for these sights were truly fascinating to many. But as a young "punk kid", I suppose documentation was not too high on my list of priorities at this time.

Anyways, i remember exploring the three or four various rooms down in this western most installation, and was just fascinated by what i was seeing. The "platform" used for transporting these Nike Ajax Missiles to the surface was removed from over it's "pit", and was laying diagonally, on it's side in the western cormer of the largest or "main room" Because of the couple inches of water and hydraulic fluid on the floor, I was not aware that there was a rather large, and deep "pit" that was right in front of me where this platform would have normally sat. I took one step too many, and at the very last second, my friend grabbed me by the back of my coat, and stopped me just before I tumbled right into this watery mucky pool. needless to say, we all walked a little more cautiously after that!!

There was a sign stenciled on the cinder block walls just to the immediate south of this "pit" that reminded the servicemen or "technicians" (??) to "Make sure JATO fins are not extending over platform before raising platform to surface" This intrigued us greatly, as to just exactly what the hell was a "JATO" fin?????? I asked around shortly thereafter (remember this was loooong before "Google" :^P ) I found out that JATO stood for "Jet Assisted Take Off"..... (how cool, we thought!!). There was also a three buttoned control station electrical box laying on its side next to this pit, and it said "Raise" "Stop" and "Lower"....obviously for the operation of said platform. From underneath, you could easily see the several hydraulic cylinders used for opening and closing these huge long steel access hatches. Obviously a hydraulic fluid storage tank, had ruptured, or the rams had blown their seals, or something of this nature, because there was quite an abundance of hydraulic fluid floating around on top of this water.

Immediately to the east of this largest room was a long conventional type stairway, leading to the surface, and these aforementioned spring loaded gasketed personnel access doors were located there. I am assuming this was the main access-- ingress and egress for Navy Personnel. There was even a conventional bannister and hand rails leading up to the ground level. East from this stairway, I vaguely remember was either one or two smaller rooms, I am recollecting this may have been filled with ventilation type machinery, or filtration devices, or equipment of this general nature. I also vaguely remember a "locker room" of sorts somewhere down there. The walls were still painted white, and were all in near pristine shape, considering this was around 1980 to 1982, and these installations had been basically abandoned, and decommissioned as i was told in the fall of 1962. Matter of fact, I still have somewhere around my junk collections, a couple of the large red glass light bulb covers and aluminum protective screw on covers that I "absconded" with back in the day. One of us from the old gang may still have the three button "Control Box" for the raising of the platform. It had been disconnected, and was laying on it's side, and one of the guys grabbed it.

I think we must have visited this particular silo three or four times, and unfortunately, word spread to a few of the less careful people we knew, and before we knew it, some of the "stoners" and "burnouts" from the island were partying down there, and being less than discreet about their treks back there. Before we knew it, these guys got busted by the Grosse Ile Police for trespassing, and it even made the front page of the local GI paper. These idiots had the guts (or the stupidity) to just drive their vehicles right down the (active) runways at night, and drive right into the Nike Ajax site, just like they owned the place!!!! Pretty soon, some of the maintenance guys from the Grosse Ile DPW came down, and welded all the access doors shut.

I remember going down there at least one more time after that, as the challenge of welded doors was too much for a couple of the more innovative gentlemen whom i made acquaintances with.... (?????) and one rather resourceful fellow brought down a mini cutting torch one day, and unceremoniously just cut the piss poor welds, and voila!! we were "back in bidness"

I remember that the middle and the eastern Nike installations of the three were inaccessible, as one was full right to the surface with water, and the other one (middle, i believe) had about 5 ft of water in it. Needless to say, we never did venture down any farther than the bottom of the escape hatch ladder on that one.

I am thinking that this was probably the last time I ever ventured down into the "D-51" Nike site. I can still distinctly remember that acrid musty smell, and the chill in the damp air down there. The entire compound and all the "out buildings" were still intact in those days, and I believe the Grosse Ile DPW used one of the storage or maintenance garages on the immediate site for storage of snow removal equipment.

I was witness to the abrupt demolition of this entire compond about 1992 or thereabouts. I was told by a past director of the Grosse Ile Airport Commission that Federal Monies had been allocated to completely remove, and remediate this former Nike Site. I remember that whole summer the large tanker trucks that hauled away all the water, and contaminated sludge from those three pits. I was told that every trace, above, and below ground was removed, and all filled in with clean brown clay, and seeded over. This area is now deeded to the "Grosse Ile Nature Land Conservancy" or some similar horsepucky. .....me myself, I would have much rather seen some kind of remedial restoration to the site somehow, and it be preserved for future generations to see. The cold war days of the fifties and sixties are certainly a harsh reminder of just what might have been if one country or another had a hair trigger finger on the "button".

It is amazing, the lack of documented information on this site "D-51" down at the Grosse Ile Township Hall. A couple of the old farts that were there back in the day are kind of foggy about the whole place. I am wondering how secretive this whole program was back in the day. If indeed this was kind of a "hush-hush" installation, to keep prying eyes away. Maybe this is why not many islanders really know the story of the missiles that were virtually right in their own backyard.

Anyways, i hope i haven't bored you to tears with my recollections tonight, it is indeed fun to recall those days so long ago. Feel free to write back anytime.... I would enjoy the conversation.

Scott C. Anderson
Grosse Ile, Michigan


Colonel Mendheim, of Red Canyon Range Camp

from Alan Graham via J.P. Moore, October 2006

For those of you who met and/or knew this man I hope, I believe, this will kindle some fond memories.  Once in a great while there comes along a person who, with his, or her, personality, changes your life forever in some way.  This was such a person.

____________________________________

Back in those times - it was circa 1957 - I was a lowly Private ( not even a PFC mind you! ) right out of boot camp, as were my closest buddies, so when "The Cap'n'' showed up in the "Commo Shack" on occasion we'd immediately snap to attention and sort of stand there in awe as he took over the place. The Commo Shack, for those of you who never got to see it, was a scrawny little wooden building perched on the highest hill on base overlooking the missile firing range and was right next door to the Range Control building where the officers etc. running operations for the missile launches were based.


On very rare instances we were paid a surprise visit by "the brass" and I recall two such instances quite vividly.  Almost 50 years have now passed but I can still close my eyes and be standing in that little building as though it were yesterday.


Those of us who were assigned the duty of running the RCRC telephone switchboard tended to be slightly less than dedicated military types in make up. That is, we were in the service to be sure, but we consisted mostly of draftees who were simply serving our required time and getting by as best we could without any tremendous amount of enthusiasm.  We were in the Signal Corps mind you which, at Red Canyon, was almost like not being in the military at all.  We pulled no duties; no KP, no formal inspections, no drills, parades etc., had our own new pickup truck, and were pretty much on our own as long as we worked the long, tedious hours required to man the "board" which, in turn, kept communications on the base humming and maintained all contact with the outside world twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.



Capt. Mendheim
My first experience with the Captain was on a sizzling hot day when they were gearing up for a missile launch and things were pretty much going along as they usually did on any given launch day.  The board was extremely busy, as it invariably was when they were prepping to fire, with phone calls flying between Range Control, Oscura and all the other critical areas involved in the operation, so we were totally engrossed in our duties, sealed off in the small, semi-air conditioned room and, aside from doing our routine job, bored with it all.  We noticed the heavy, distinct, muffled rumble of a missile being launched in the distance and then not much else.
 Things, as was usual, went suddenly quiet; all was normal, we thought... Well, all of a sudden we hear boots pounding on the wooden steps that led up to the shack door and Cap'n Mendheim crashes through the door screaming "GET OUT- GET OUT!  RUN!  GET OUT!  - IT'S COMING STRAIGHT DOWN!!" and he turns and takes off for who knows where, like a Rhino in full charge! Well, we didn't have to ask what he meant - we'd just heard the missile roar off, and so, with absolute terror gripping our hearts, we scrambled out the door, literally tripping over each other in our panic, and yeah, we ran alright! - but pretty much in circles - because actually there was really nowhere we could run to!  I mean, as far as we know this deadly thing is coming straight down out of the beautiful blue New Mexico sky and is going to hit - where?  We have no idea - nobody does - so we just sort of dance around out there on the hill top and ----- nothing happens!  We look up, we look at each other, and we hold our breaths. ---- Nothing! ----  The minutes tick by - still nothing... It must have either been a dud or got lost up there or something.  I have no recollection of the missile ever landing and certainly not of it exploding and blowing us all straight to Hell and back.  Later, when all the ruckus had finally died down the Cap'n came back into the shack and explained that they'd successfully fired the thing and it had somehow suddenly gone completely out of control and, as far as could be at first determined, it had headed on a straight downward course that would have taken the entire top off Commo Hill; Range Control, Commo Shack, Privates, Captains, Colonels and all!  And with all that, ( this is what I find amazing to this day ) he thought, not to run off and save his own tail, but to race over to our building and warn us of the impending disaster.  That took a gutsy guy.

The other brief time I was exposed to his impressive personality was, again, at the switchboard, on a similar day when things were beyond frantic. The board was lit up like the proverbial Christmas tree and we were having an awful time trying to keep up with the sheer volume of calls. They may have been firing that day as well, I'm not sure, but I suspect so because it was non-stop activity and we took turns in the 'hot seat' for as long as we could handle it, and when we felt it was getting beyond our ability, we would warn the relief guy to get ready to slide into the chair and clamp on the headset so there'd be no break in the operation. You had to get a bit fired up before you were ready to take over because it was plug-in, "operator", trip the ringer and on to the next call as fast as you could make your hands go.  It literally fried our little draftee brains.  Now, I understand that this isn't on a par with being in a fire fight in Iraq or anything like that, but they tell me that we handled all communications between RCRC and pretty much the entire world, so that probably holds some special minute significance somewhere in the annals of military procedure.  Those of us who ran the switchboard like to think so anyway.

So ok, here we are, racing to keep up with the load and in strolls ( once in a while he would actually calm down ) Captain Mendheim. ( we knew him simply as "Cap'm-Manhime" ...all one word - I mean that's the way we pronounced his name/title )  He just walks through the door, kinda John Wayne-like, steps to the board and says "Here, let me try that thing, I want to see what it's like." And he says "Move over son" and sits himself in the "hot seat" while we stand around him thinking, "Geeze, he's gonna blow it - it's running too fast!"  and we sure don't want to miss the show.  Well, ( maybe you know what he does already? ) the guy reaches over with both hands and grabs every one of the patch cords ( this is the old fashioned board with pull-out cords, open sockets, toggle ringers etc. ) and he yanks them straight out of the panel!  Disconnects every single connection with one swipe!  So now there's nothing but red lights flashing all over the board!  I never saw it lit up so bright in the shack as at that one time.  It was spectacular!  Our chins must have dropped to our polished brass belt buckles and no one knew quite what to think or how to react. It was ( to me ) like watching a recruit in boot camp intentionally drop a live grenade on the ground in front of himself and then look at the Sergeant to see what was going to happen next. ( I did see that )


Does he get flustered?  You guys know better than that, right?  He sits back and smiles.  SMILES!!  And, very slowly, and very methodically he picks up one plug, slips it into the socket under one flashing light, puts on the headset, listens a minute and then says in his crisp, quiet, authoritative voice "This is Captain Mendheim, may I help you?  And the light blinks out - immediately!  He proceeds to go right across the entire board - both banks of lights - one by one by one - and every one of them goes out - every last one!  And then he turns around to us and with that big handsome smile he says "Heck, this isn't so hard after all" and he gets up and walks out.   So we went from absolute pandemonium to absolute peace and quiet in the space of maybe ten minutes.  Of course, we were right back to pandemonium in another half hour but we had been given a memorable lesson in the true value of rank and authority that day.  I never forgot it and if there was any way to convey my thanks to him for making the long, dry, dreary days at Red Canyon a bit less tedious, I would extend to him my heartfelt gratitude.  Who knows, perhaps, wherever he is up there, he can take incoming e-mail..  I hope that's the case.  At any rate, that remarkable man, with his inspiring personality and charisma, gained our respect simply by being himself.   We admired him greatly.


Alan Graham
From Ed Thelen
For years I have heard admiring stories about Captain/Colonel Mendheim, somewhere between "cool dude", and Paul Bunyon of lumberjack fame. Here is a short presentation. The only time I saw him was at a Red Canyon Range Camp reunion 45 years later, near his end, in a wheel chair, with daughters and grand children in loving support. The attendees (had been mostly enlisted) gave him a standing ovation.


Bat Guano - from J. P. Moore October 2006
Hi Craig,
Glad to hear from you.

I'm sending the WSMR Gift Shop copies of my book, The Malpais Missiles, next week. Please check back with them in about a week.

I did explore a cave located on the western edge of the Carrizozo Malpais several times (55-57), although I don't think it had a name back then. Maybe Craven was the name of the old sourdough hermit who had a small ranch abutting the west side of the Malpais? Or was it Prather? Been too long to remember. Whatever his name, he is the one who told me where the cave was.

We soldiers were not supposed to go there, which meant we all did,of course. I got lost inside it once, scared the hell out of me before I got out. I've heard stories of a GI truck being accidentally driven into the deep opening. Which, by the way, was rattlesnake headquarters on a hot day.

After listening to me tell of the cave and its rooms deep with guano, our Nike site Warrant Officer secretly dispatched me and a couple of buddies to the cave with several canvas sandbags to fill with guano. He took the guano to Soccorro for assay of nitrogen content, hoping to be able to sell large quantites and planning to have it mined for free by us peons. Luckily for us it assayed very low grade because it was old and too dry. Project Bat Guano never saw daylight, thank goodness.

In my book, First Sergeant Johnnie Nale of Red Canyon Range Camp (RCRC) tells of exploring a cave at the Malpais which had running water in it. I am sure there was no water in the one I explored extensively....it was dry as a bone. Unfortunately Johnnie died a few years ago, so he can't help on this story.

I am sending this message to several RCRC and Oscura Range Camp (ORC) vets as a BCC. I'm sure some will be able to tell you more about the cave(s).

Please let me know what else you learn about the cave.

Attn: RCRC/ORC vets, please make me BCC on any cave stories sent to Craig. I was fascinated by the place.

Best wishes,

JP Moore
RCRC Spelunker.


Round Engines

from Nate Edwards August 2006
I remember hearing the 4 great round engines on the Pan AM Phillipean Clippers
which took off and passed a few hundred feet directly over our barracks at Treasure Island, CA
Shook you! -- Nate E.
This is a little like Hercules vs. Patriot arguments ;-)

I would do substitutions in the following text

   "turbine" to be replaced by "integrated circuits"
   "round engines" to be replaced by  "tubes"
   "aviation" to be replaced by "rocketry"
;-))
   Ed Thelen

Courtesy of Charlie Oricco:

DEDICATED TO ALL THOSE WHO FLEW BEHIND ROUND ENGINES
We gotta get rid of those turbines, they're ruining aviation and our
hearing...

A turbine is too simple minded, it has no mystery. The air travels
through it in a straight line and doesn't pick up any of the pungent
fragrance of engine oil or pilot sweat.

Anybody can start a turbine. You just need to move a switch from
"OFF" to "START" and then remember to move it back to "ON" after
a while. My PC is harder to start.

Cranking a round engine requires skill, finesse and style. You
have to seduce it into starting. It's like waking up a horny mistress. On some planes, the pilots aren't even allowed to do it...

Turbines start by whining for a while, then give a lady-like poof
and start whining a little louder.

Round engines give a satisfying rattle-rattle, click-click, BANG,
more  rattles, another BANG, a big macho FART or two, more clicks, a lot more smoke and finally a serious low pitched roar. We like that. It's a GUY thing...

When you start a round engine, your mind is engaged and you can
concentrate on the flight ahead. Starting a turbine is like flicking on
a ceiling fan: Useful, but, hardly exciting.

When you have started his round engine successfully your Crew
Chief looks up at you like he'd let you kiss his girl, too!

Turbines don't break or catch fire often enough, which leads to
aircrew boredom, complacency and inattention. A round engine at speed looks and sounds like it's going to blow any minute. This helps concentrate the mind !

Turbines don't have enough control levers or gauges to keep a
pilot's attention. There's nothing to fiddle with during long flights.

Turbines smell like a Boy Scout camp full of Coleman Lanterns. Round engines smell like God intended machines to smell.

Pass this on to an old WWII guy (or his son, or anyone who ever flew them) in the "Greatest Generation".


Hurry up and wait - oops, outa here! - from Paul Koko July 2006

Here, in a nutshell, is my military history.

I was drafted in August 1963 and started basic at Ft. Knox, KY in Sep 1963. After Basic, I was sent to Ft. Belvoir VA for "Engineer Missile Equipment Maintenance" School. We were in a class when the news of the Kennedy Assassination was sent down. We weren't told what had happened, only to report back to our units immediately. Back in the Barracks, we were issued full battle-dress, and the then brand new M-14 rifles and told to be out in formation in 10-minutes. Once there, we were told that there had been an attempt on the President, and we were to be stationed in a defensive perimeter around Washington. We stood in formation for about an hour, waiting for the trucks to show up. About the same time the trucks arrived, the C.O. came out to tell us the alert had been canceled, and to stand down. We then learned that Kennedy was dead. By that evening, we all had passes, and headed in to D.C. proper for what turned out to be a very long weekend. I was in the crowd outside the White House gates when the hearse arrived bringing his body back to the White House.

Following the completion of our AIT, I received orders to USARYIS, and departed for the west coast. After spending two weeks milling around the Oakland Army Terminal, I finally received orders for Okinawa, and lucked out on a Transport Plane instead of the old troop ship, the Gaffney. Upon arrival in Okinawa, I reported to the transient barracks at Kadena, and found that I still had to wait for the rest of the company to arrive by ship (about two weeks later).

During that time I had processed through the various levels of beurocracy at 30th Brigade, and a personnel officer, after reviewing my records asked me "Can you type?", I said yes, and he had me tested. I guess I did OK, as the next thing I knew, I had been assigned a temporary MOS of 716, and was assigned to C-Battery, 1st Missile Battalion (N-H), 65th Artillery Regiment. The 1st Sgt. took me under his wing, and had me work with his current clerk, Sp4 Angel Carbajal who showed me the ropes. Within a month, Angel was gone, back to ARADCOM, and I was promoted to PFC as the Battery Clerk. Within a few months, a second man joined us, Sp4 Sam T. Johnson and we shared the duties in the Orderly Room.

Life at site-7 was no picnic, but it wasn't too bad either. There was the unfinished Swimming Pool which never held a drop of water, as there was a water shortage on the island, and the filtration equipment was surplus and was all rusted and corroded. We tried for months to restore it, but it was hopeless. The pool was used for dead storage. Having the Hq of the 65th Artillery Brigade on Site, meant there was more spit & polish than usual at a Nike-Hercules site, but having a Great Chef/Mess Sergeant, an EM club, an AAF/MPS theater (which I later managed), etc all made life more pleasant. It was at Site-7 that I first discovered that the Phil Silvers character "Sgt. Bilko", was for real! I could tell some great stories about some of those men, Bilko's exploits didn't even come close to reality.

The C.G. at Brigade was great for parades and ceremonies, every Friday Afternoon, there was a formal Dress Parade & Retreat Ceremony held at Brigade HQ, and the duty roster passed among the 4 N-H sites. Being a clerk meant that you were non-critical personnel, so I ended up in dozens of those parades, by this time I had made SP4. Our Qualification firing at Bolo Point was a rousing success, C-Battery had a perfect score that year (1965), and I was able to take some great 8-mm color movies of our launches and strikes..

By August 1965, it was evident that things were heating up in Vietnam, and the recruiters were canvassing the sites for volunteers to go to 'Nam. A friend at Brigade HQ, saw to it that my (and his) rotation orders were processed on time, and we returned to the USA on the very day that Pres. Johnson issued an order extending all active duty enlistments in the Pacific Theater for a minimum of 6-months. It took another week and a half to process out of Oakland, and I spent the rest of my time in the Active and then Ready Reserves. I was Honorably Discharged in September 1969.


Setting up C-41, and my 50 year old secret goof - from Ed Thelen July 2006
And not every one is equally skilled in things. I was hot on circuits, and many things mechanical (I had overhauled - new rings, main and rod bearings, ... my car engine while in the year long Fire Control school in Texas :-)) - but with Dilbert like people skills :-((
But I damned near had a disaster on an assignment while helping install our Nike Site in Chicago. Our equipment was mobile, in fact a Nike Site could be loaded into multiple cargo planes and sent world wide.

The mobility implied that everything came on wheels or could be loaded on to and off of normal sized trucks with reasonable cranes. Our Nike site, C-41 traveled from El Paso, Tx to Chicago on flat bed rail cars. I presume the wheeled vans and equipment held down by straps or chains.

Contractors?? or Ordinance? or ... offloaded the flat bed rail cars and got the mobile Nike equipment to C-41 (Jackson Park) for us to deal with. And there was a contractor with a crane on site to help unwheel things. All the concrete for the antenna pads, vans, and a "ready building" was already in place when we arrived.

Basically we supervised and did the grunt work (cables and all) and the contractor handled the crane to off load the tracking antennas and vans (Battery Control van, Radar van, Maintenance van) from various wheeled contraptions. The inter-area cable was buried/entrenched by a guy with the first rotary trencher I had ever seen.

I presume the same basic plan was in effect in the launcher area.

The wheeled contraptions were to go to Ft. Sheridan (north of Chicago) for storage or re-use moving other Nike systems.

Green Horn me was sent to supervise the convoy from the IFC area. Some of the truck savvy troops drove, and had fun turning the ignitions ON and OFF to make the trucks "backfire" - explode unburned gas and air in the exhaust systems.

We were tooling along Chicago's Outer Drive when we came to a low bridge. I said "I think this will be no problem."

Some more savvy guy saved me from disaster by saying "Lets stop and check anyway." so we did.
and a good thing we did - the long trailer tongues had been placed looking forward over the truck cabs - and would have hit the concrete overpass - the impact would have bent and shoved the other wheeled stuff back off the truck, onto the busy freeway, and there would have been hell to pay !!

That street smart Chicago gangster type who suggested that I check anyway saved my butt.

I don't care if he claimed to have worked on Big Tony Acardo's big boat on the water front - he was my angel :-))


"D K" relates a related reverse story:

I was assigned to C41 between 8/60 and 1/62. When the high pwr radar was brought down from Ft Sheradin the base ( with dish removed ) was hauled on a flat bed. You guessed it, it didnt clear one of the over passes. A SP 5 named Toby Bradshire was a maintenance type assigned to do the report of survey. I moved out for Korea before it was all resolved. I finished up retiring as an SFC E7. All of us who spent long periods in the military could write a book.

The "Secret?" Shoulder Patch? from Timothy Smith May 2006
I have a story the Nike boys might find amusing-typical Army!

I was assigned to A Team, 509th USA Arty Det NH, Handorf, Germany in 1970 after a stint at C Btry, 4 BN, 65th Arty, Los Angeles.

At the time I arrived in Germany, the Army had just changed the shoulder insignia from the US Army Europe Path (Rainbow over sword) to the new SASCOM (Special Ammunition Support Command with emphasis on "Special") patch. The new patch was even featured with other new Army insignia on the cover of the Army Digest.

The Command was so impressed with their new insignia that they had all of us memorize and recite the hearldry that made up the thing, "...Blue and white are the NATO colors, the red is for artillery, the starburst represents a high-trajectory round piercing the stratosphere, while the white represents a mushroom cloud..." and so on. We were all running around practicing this thing until the brass figured out that the description of the patch was classified "Confidential" at the lowest and probably at least "Secret!" They quickly collected all of the printed descriptions and told us not to talk about the patch!

Tim Smith


After a long and frequently frustrating life, I have come the the conclusion that

- any organization of more than *zero* people is - shall we say "flawed" -

I spent a career trying to fix flawed hardware and to make flawed software from flawed specifications and ... ;-))

and puppy dogs aren't so perfect either.

Cheers - Ed Thelen -- ed@ed-thelen.org

Red Canyon Range Camp's Grassy Knoll from J.P. Moore April 2006
Those of you who were at the US Army's Nike Ajax Missile firing range, Red Canyon Range Camp, New Mexico, remember the harsh desert conditions, rocky caleche soil. The only green to be seen was cholla cacti and low lying brush. In late 57 thru 58 there was a Lt. Westberg assigned to RCRC.

I had left the army by then, but heard stories about the Lt. stepping on Battalion Cmdr. Lt. Col. McCarthy's toes once too often. Fed up, the Col. assigned the Lt. as groundskeeper of a small, maybe 20' X 20' patch of green grass near the Camp HQ. This was the only green grass in the Tularosa Basin, possibly the entire state of New Mexico, and it required constant watering, care and prayer by the Lt.

Apparently his military career was on the line:
If the grass died, so did his career.

Today I had an e-mail from RCRC Vet, Lt. (then) Spivey, giving some details on the special assignment. Not sure if No Gal is Nogales, TX or where.

"Westberg was the man assigned to keep the grass green. I now remember what he did to irk the Colonel. Among his other jobs Westberg was the Mess Officer. He seized on that as a way not to pay for his meals. Said he had to sample the food! He was tight as a tick. Would charge the soldiers to ride with him to El Paso on weekends and would bitch if the wind was against him as, he claimed, it cut down on his gas mileage.
I understand he became a Presbyterian minister and once had a parish at No Gal. Guess he got a lot of free Sunday dinners that way."
Now you know the rest of the story. Does anyone know the purpose of the grassy knoll? Was it for camp mascot Nike the Burro to graze? Maybe some of the camp staff officers had a dog that liked grass? If you can help solve the grassy knoll mystery, lemme know.
Thanks,
JP

I propose the primary purpose the grassy knoll was to teach the good Lt. who was boss! and settle him down?
(Sergeants have to do it a different way ;-)) )

GRC-19 Radio Sets - Radio Amateur patch to folks? from John Litzendraht January 2006
When I was at Delta IFC in Korea in 1968/69, we had a GRC-19, but it was never used . I used to turn on the R-392 receiver once in a while and listen around sometimes. One day I heard some W6 guys from California on ten meters and it did make me a bit home sick.

I told our platoon leader that I could rig it up for amateur radio communications, and maybe patch the guys to folks back home. He eventually went to HQ and came back with the proper forms to fill out, but by that time I was so short, that I had to stand on the curb to lace my boots. And I lost interest in the whole project.

Were GRC-19's standard issue for all Nike sites, or just over seas? Or just in Korea?

John

Another - did it Just Happen? from Richard "Max" Vickroy December 2005
Mr. Thelen,
Another quick note. I notice you mentioned working on a NIKE site in Chicago. I grew up in Tinley Park, just south of city. We moved there in '57, I was three yrs. old. In later years, our school would make field trips to places like the Museum of Science and Industry. I can remember seeing the NIKE radars and wondering what they were. When my parents would take us to Minnesota to see my Grandparents we would pass a NIKE site that was somewhere west of O'hare, just off the Cal-Sag Canal. I think we were on the Tri-State tollroad but can't remember for sure. We would go up Harlem until we got to the Cal-Sag and get on a limited access road but I can't remember for sure.

Kind of strange that I later ended up in the military working on HERC system. I was a 24Q NIKE Radar System Repairman. In the Air Force, the Tech's. are called Tech's and they get electronic equipment repair kits. We were repairmen, we got hammers, monkey wrenches, etc. I guesse it's better than MP, which is what I was enlisting for. The recruiter refused to allow me to go that way, though, because I scored too high on my GT test.

I got one of the last two NIKE school slots left in the Army. Oddly enough, the guy who got the last one was in my Basic class with me. We (read I as he was a Generals son) took a lot of flak from the DI's as all the rest of our Basic company were headed for Benning and airborne training. I was in the last American class at Ft. Bliss. They were in the process of closing the U.S. side and only running foriegn classes thru Solid State NIKE systems training. We were on a modified (chaotic) training schedule, classes starting at 0700 to 1200, back at 1900 to 0300, back at 1200 to 1800, etc. 54 weeks of that-it's where I learned to fall asleep standing up or right in the middle of system checks.

They were interesting times!
Richard "Max" Vickroy


Did You Enlist for Nike Herc, or did it Just Happen? from John via groups.google.com/group/nike-missiles November 25, 2005
Well,
For me, it just happened.I was drafted in 1966, as were tens of thousands of other guys.

Still in the Reception station at Ft. Polk, even before BCT [Basic Combat Training]. Head shaved, scared to pieces, I had no idea of what was happening. Some how the powers to be convinced me that if I would re-enlist for another year, and get Stateside schooling, I would have a better Army experience. I fell for it.

They showed me a list of maybe 8 or 10 various schools to choose from. Some titles made no sense at all. Something about cryptographics, en-coding, finance, and other things.

But one stood out: "Air Defense Acquistion Radars Maintenance".

Hmmm. I had heard of radar. (I knew that it's spelled the same backwards and forwards).

But mostly it was that I lived in Texas, near Dallas, and this was a 40 week course at Ft. Bliss Texas . Never heard of Ft. Bliss, but being in Texas, I knew at the worst, it couldn't be more than six or eight hundred miles away from home. Very comforting in those days.

So that's how I became a 24P2H Nike Herc Acq maintenance screwball. I later learned to become a mis-fit as well.

Hey, three years with an honorable discharge, and a letter of commendation from my warrant offficer at my last duty station, I think I did ok.

John


BrownOut from Charlie Brough
I have written a story called Brown Out, and hope to market it in a major men's magazine. This is the first page. The story in full follows 4 men who go to Juarez Mexico following a successful Hercules Msl firing. As usual they have a few drinks, maybe a few two many and the story follows there actions and happenings. My info is from my many trips there and by consolidating things I came up with quite wild and wacky experience. I have spared you though and only send you the first page.
The story is now editied and ready for sale to who ever will give me three grand for it. That is what those stories sell for. If you can find a buyer.
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"Brown out." By Charlie Brough Copy right 03/07/05 5263 words

Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Fire! Missile Away! Nine, highly trained technicians in the two, Integrated Fire Control Vans, Battery Control and Radar Control, monitored their radar screens intently while following the path of the Missile to its intended destination. A computerized point in space.

After several minutes came the count down to burst from the Battery Commander, "Five, four, three, two, one, burst! Right on Target, zero miss distance." After letting out an audible sigh of relief, the Captain announced, "Good job Men. We’ll party tonight."

Several days earlier the men from both the Integrated Fire Control and Launcher Area had received the call to go to SNAP, Short Notice Annual Practice. The following day, an inspection team from 6th region had conducted an Operational Readiness Evaluation. Both the Integrated Fire Control and the Launcher Area troops had passed the inspection, one hundred percent operational. By Saturday night, the Missile Unit had been air lifted to Ft. Bliss Texas, where they were met and bussed to temporary billeting at McGregor Range New Mexico.

Starting first thing Monday morning there was the weekly checks and adjustments of the whole system, with a practice shoot that same afternoon. Tuesday was a daily checks and adjustments followed by a readiness evaluation. Both days went without a hitch. The entire Missile Unit was very well trained and ready to prove their expertise. The successful firing with a live missile had been conducted, early, Wednesday afternoon. That evening as the Captain promised there was to be a grand party at the McGregor Range NCO Club.

That day had been extremely stressful for each and every man on the team. The beer and hard liqueur relaxed the men and had some talking about their passed exploits across the border in Juarez Mexico.

Gordon Latreau, having celebrated in Juarez before, sat his drink down, and said, "Hey Brad, tomorrow night, how about coming with me and I’ll show you around Juarez." Laughing then, he added, "If you’re on a tight budget, you can always get a toothless old woman to give you a blowjob for twenty-five cents."

"I don’t know Gordon? I want to see Juarez, but I think I’ll leave the toothless blowjobs for you. How many trips have you made down there?"

"This will be my third time. No one should ever go by themselves, a group of four is about right."


An Artilleryman's Story, or Where is the Lanyard?
from
Jim Koch
I thoroughly enjoyed scrolling through the Nike site. It brought memories rushing back.

I was assigned to Team B, 507th USAAD, 5th USAAG, from September 1974 to August 1977. I was (am still at heart) an artilleryman. I was trained in eight inch atomic projectile assembly and use; deployed to the 85th USAFAD (Pershing missile) in Geilenkirchen (Teveren Air Base), and almost immediately moved to Team B to fill an officer shortage. I didn't know which end of the missile went up. Jokingly, I asked where the lanyard was (a good cannon-cocker question). I was directed to the top of the intersection between the booster and the main missile body, whereupon I found the missile motor actuating lanyard. My education had begun!

Richard Schleffler's account is pretty accurate, except that the TO&E allowed for 29 people (3 officers, 26 enlisted), and we were staffed at levels ranging from 18 to 33, never, however, with more than three officers. For nine months we only had two officers on the kaserne, so taking leave was impossible (though my team commande did it for a week, leaving me alone and almost killed me in the process - a buddy came from Team C to assist for a day so I could go home and sleep).

Team B, 507th WAS Team B, 43rd, but when 9th Wing Missile (Belgian Air Force) expanded early in the 1970s, it was redesignated. By 1974 it was B/507th. A/507th was colocated with Headquarters Detachment in Grefrath. C/507th was about 25 minutes up the road in Kapellen. Team D was added to the mix in 1975 in Xanten. All of these eventually went away as Nike came out of the inventory.

Life there was interesting. If you had kids, they rode to school for an hour or more. Medical support, as well as commissary and PX, was in Brunssum, Netherlands, an hour away. My second child was born in the RAF hospital at Rheindahlen Air Base. That was the nearest NATO hospital. We decided to place our oldest daughter in a German parochial school. I didn't realize it at the time, but we bumped an 18 month waiting list because the German's took great pity on our plight and were glad to see us trying to integrate into their community. As a result, my daughter's German was flawless - for a four year old!

As with Mr. Scheffler, I never took a photo of the missiles....never had a camera in the LCA or IFC. That was just not done! I do have a number of photos of "family" events at the Team building. Life was sparse, but we made a go of it and we became family.

I was happy to see Jim Duffy's name on the list. He was my NCO counterpart for a year and taught me much of the code language. We spent many an evening decoding and authenticating messages as the crew in Heidelberg seemed to enjoy sending out a new on every 55 mintues at night - just enough time to get it decoded, return to the team area, and turn right around and do it again.

Thanks for the great site

And, by the way, Team B, 507th USAAD was located on the road between the town of Kaster (as you have it listed) and Putz (it was called Site Putz by the NATO crews). We nicknamed the place Kaputz! It was appropriate.

Cheers

James R. Koch, LTC, FA (Retired)
2LT - Security Officer (Sep 74 - Feb 76)
1LT - Assembly and Monitoring Officer (Feb 76 - Apr 77)
1LT - Team Commander (Apr 77 - Aug 77)
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Small Unit Flexibility, or HEY ARMY, Here We Are!!
from
Ronald De Luco
(First a bit of background - Nike Hercules sites could have nuclear weapons. At U.S. Army Nike Hercules sites, the war heads were guarded/controlled by the on site Army people. On Nike Hercules sites with National Guard or foreign troops manning the equipment, a small detachment (say 20) U.S. Army Custodians controlled the warheads of the missiles. See Custodians. Ron is talking about site D-58 near Carlton, Michigan in early 1963 when the U.S. National Guard took over operating the site from the U.S. Army.

For the most part, custodians were an unknown entity early in 63. Our duties were to maintain federal custody of Nuclear weapons for the Federal Govt.. We oversaw assembly and maintained custody of the arming plugs for the missiles. When we were assigned to the sites, there were no mess halls nor were our perdiem allowances on our pay.

Our sergeant, being resourceful, scrounged the mess halls for any surplus they could spare. We bought our bread from day old outlets. With a hot plate we cooked whatever our Sergeant could scrounge for us. Generally eggs, butter, some bread, large sausages like bologna etc., (for which we had another expression), cheese, bacon, just anything any mess hall could spare.

Sarge immediately called headquarters and explained our dilemma and got a refrigerator shipped out and arranged for a stove to be installed. We all chipped in and bought our bread, and common cook wear, pot, pans etc.. We all bought a knife, fork, spoon, a large jar of peanut butter and a large jar of jam. We all had our corner of the locker and our corner of the refrigerator. It was while stationed at this site, that I met my future wife. She was teaching school at the near-by town of Waltz. - 2430 Galbreth Rd. Pasadena Ca 91104


Eager Beaver :-))
from
Jeff Howell
Hi, Ed.

Great tribute to the Nike vets. Thanks. Please include my short and incomplete memoir. (Made even shorter and more incomplete by Ed Thelen ;-))

I arrived at the D/4/6 (Balesfeld, Germany) in June, 1966 after an 8-day cruise aboard the USS Darby. Howard Dennis and I had both attended 16B school at Ft. Bliss. But when I got to Dog Btry it was rumored that there was a shortage of 16C's and so he and I became drinking buddies with the IFC Platoon Sergeant down at Elfi's Gasthaus.

Before long, we were being OJT'ed to 16C. Later we would both score high enough on the MOS proficiency test to get pro-pay as 16C's. ... I took an overseas discharge, so I got my walking papers at Spangdahlem AB. I lived in Germany until August of 1980. Now I'm in Traverse City, MI.

A few names I remember, but haven't contacted [yet]: ... SP4 Gerry Goldberg, Culver City, CA. Gerry was the IFC parts clerk. He spent a week looking, but he never did find the fallopian tubes we had him looking for. The good news was that after that, he knew exactly where everything else was.

Capt. Buckley was a pretty fine officer, as was Lt. Gunter. Both seemed able to balance discipline with mercy, mission with morale. One night we had to dismantle the target tracking radar in the middle of a blizzard. It meant removing the lens, which must have weighed 500 lbs. It took us at least 5 hrs in the snow and ice and we were all frozen when we finished. Capt. Buckley was with us from start to finish, and he pitched in when we needed him. It meant a lot to the rest of us that he was out there freezing with us too.

Jeff Howell


Four Stories - Blizzard, Dog Priority, Friendly Fire, Out-of-Touch
from
Bill Adams

Blizzard
On Christmas Night of 1966, the first Christmas I had not spent with my family, C Btry was on maintenance status with a minimum manning crew. I had the duty but was comfortably asleep in my BOQ in Highlands about five minutes from the site. During the night New Jersey and the entire East Coast was caught in one of those 50 year blizzards.

About 0200, I received a call from the dog handler in the launcher area. His words were: "Sir, I just stepped over the fence." Even though I was a clueless second lieutenant, I knew the fence was a double eight foot chainlink barrier with a two foot barbed wire overhang. I could not imagine how this trooper and his dog has accomplished this Olympian feat.

My inquiry, of course, revealed that the snow aided by the wind had drifted against both sides of the fences totally covering them. Not having an SOP for this situation, my CYA mode kicked in even though I knew a Russian attack was highly unlikely in such miserable conditions. I ordered the dog handler to secure his dog in the warm kennel, had the lights turned on, and had the Quick Reaction Force to provide two man one hour patrols until daylight.

The next morning we did get a truck with a blade to clear the snow. The Battalion Commander actually came to the site to supervise the removal of the snow.



Dog Priority

In Korea at A Btry, 4th of the 44th, a lieutenant colleague contracted some sort of allergy. His throat closed and we thought we would have to do a tracheotomy right there in the BOQ. However, medication kicked in to give him some temporary relief. We called for a chopper to evacuate him for medical attention. We were told his case was too low a priority to spare a flight. He had to be transported by ambulance to Camp Humphreys through the mountains on bumpy dirt roads for several hours.

A few weeks later a guard dog became ill. We called the vet at Camp Humphreys. Within an hour a helicopter landed on our pad and evacuated the dog to receive expert medical attention.

Go figure.



Friendly Fire

After the Pueblo Incident, the powers that be thought that the missile sites could use some augmented security. We at A Btry were sent a platoon of infantry commanded by an eighteen year old second lieutenant. The battery was to continue to provide its own security within the two tactical area fences. The infantry was to set up security outside the fences. They went about digging foxholes and building bunkers and setting up fields of fire, one of which had to be modified because it cut across the launcher area and would have subjected the raised missiles to friendly fire.

All went well until one night, a nervous infantry soldier on the launcher area perimeter fired a couple of rounds which were directed toward the IFC area. The IFC infantry thought they were under attack and returned the fire. Luckily, no one was hurt and no equipment was destroyed. The incident was quietly dealt with. No harm, no foul.



Out-of-Touch

North Korea had a practice of sending aircraft, usually MIGS, flying bent out of hell due south only to turn away at the DMZ. We would lock on to these sorties and track them. We would usually go up in status when they began these maneuvers. They were probably testing our AD capabilities.

One night A Btry was on hot status and I was in the BCO seat. Four MIGS appeared on the scope headed due south above Seoul. This night they did not turn away at the DMZ. They crossed the line and headed for Seoul. Foxtrot which was located west of Seoul about thirty seconds away by jet was screaming on the tactical line for permission to fire. Permission to fire was denied.

I was locked up, the missiles were raised, and we needed permission to go to red status. That was denied. The MIGS flew over Seoul and turned west and out in to the Yellow Sea. I believe they actually crossed over Foxtrot’s dead zone.

I heard later, true or not, that the general authorized to grant permission to fire was at a social function and could not be reached.

William H.(Bill) Adams III
Warner Robins, GA


Final Training & Life on Site from Thomas Lundregan
--Batt A,85th Bn, Nike site D-23, Foot of Lenex St/ Detroit River.
Hello from Tom Lundregan: Here some data, and some "color"/ stories. Also see map that Doyle provided a few weeks ago.

Nike Ajax--1954-1957; arrived at Detroit Site late Aug/Sept 1955: Batt A, 85th Bn, the site was about 1 mile "west" of Grosse Pointe, Mich. Bat B was about 1 mile "west" of us. Both our launch sites were on "eastern" end of Belle Island. The two fire control sites were right along the shore of the river. I believe you now know where Batteries C and D were. These 4 Batteries were Package 31 -Detroit formed at the Brigade at Ft. Bliss, TX in April,1955.

The last half of Package 29 Chicago was formed same time as well as Package 30--Pittsburgh. Equipment from Western Electric arrived for Batteries in the same sequence as the Packages---29,30 &31. Package 31 started getting the sets in June 1955 !

Tests Prior to City Deployments:

  1. Readiness Checks at the Brigade, Ft. Bliss prior to shipment to Red Canyon Range.

  2. Qualification Tests at Red Canyon Range--- usually three firings at RCATs down range. Success measured by Event Recorders in the BC Van and downrange spotters. Others:

  3. Ship to Package City for installation and deployment.

  4. Became Operational soon after checkout and readiness declared.

  5. Flew crew to Red Canyon Range for Annual Practice in November,1956. Three firings, but last two in rapid sequence ! ! !
Battery A Highlites :

  1. Last to leave The Brigade due to WE Field Engineers using the set first for Checkout of Factory Shipments. Then us.

  2. After Qual at RCRC we had to stay a few weeks more since Annual Practice Boys had to use our set. Last to leave RCRC.

  3. Observation during first winter---Detroit River freeze----icing. MTR multi-path from Nike transmission off of ice. MTR locked-on at stronger energy from ice reflection. MTR pointing below the normal of the straight-line RF path-to- Nike. Nike was erected. (see Frank Fenech's recall of a Simulated Test ).

  4. We had Surprise Ops Inspections by Lt. Col. Mancuso : Just prior to an Inspection is when we discovered the RF multi- concern. We let Mancuso get up on the MTR Tower when locked-on and let him see thru the telescope------he observed we were locked -on the middle-of-the- river. WOW ! ! We quickly explained the situation to him, and he took an action item upon himself ! !

  5. We all respected Lt. Col. Mancuso---he was very good, also not a tall man: Hence (in the electronics world ), his nickname was "short-to -ground".

  6. Re Multi-Path: In 1956 I had heard there had been some simulation of the problem, and "all" was OK. I had thought they had done something in Red Canyon, but I guess I was wrong. See Frank Fenech's recall of a Simulated Test.

  7. (You will like this): Battery A Annual Practice in Nov 1956 at Red Canyon:: Prior to arrival we had heard the "record" for rapid sequential firing of two Nikes was about 20-22 seconds between "explosion" of the first Nike and the launch of the second Nike. Well, our Captain had an incentive, and we all did, to try to better the record. So, once we swung the MTR around to the second Nike on the launch pad and locked -on ,with a quick checkout,-----we were ready-----about12 seconds had elapsed . Well, the Captain started the countdown one second at a time (we were at about an elapsed time of about 17 seconds or so when he covered the last "13" seconds available to us in a rapid verbal voice and we launched the second Nike in about 19 seconds----he covered the last 13 seconds in about 2-seconds !!!!! Battery A was now the World Record Holder !!!! The requirement on all Annual Practice Units was to get the second off in 30 seconds or less. We had plenty to spare. Fun !

  8. Miscellaneous----At Red Canyon Range Camp in summer of 1955: At night when we walked over to the Camp PX a Juke Box was playing---had a large assortment of choices-I think. HOWEVER,, there was always only one song being played all-the- time---can you guess ? It was always "On Blueberry Hill", by Fats Domino! ! ! Why ,I don't know ,but that was it ! ?

  9. I guess anybody like me can consider ourselves Second Generation Rocket Pioneers ! After all- how many people do you know who were firing missiles in 1955 and 1956 ! ?


" Detroit-Detroit, What A Wonderful Town" ! ! IT really was in the '50's ! B. Summer time in Detroit along the River:

  1. From the Radar Towers we could watch the Gold Cup Speedboat racers checking out their speedboats. Gold Cup moved to Seattle in the 60's

  2. Changing radar magnetrons (transmitters ) on the towers in the winter-time was no picnic.

  3. The Detroit River along the shore had Taverns on rafts. Especially a lot of fun in the summer- provided many sights, boats, and "suds".

  4. City of Detroit was a great service men's town in the '50's; the USO provided freebies, etc. FT. Wayne was near downtown; Selfridge AFB was a little "east" of us.

  5. Four classmates of the SAM-23 Nike Fire Control graduating class(April 1955 ) just attended a Red Canyon Range Camp Reunion in Las Cruces in Oct 2004. Although the reunion was more of a Camp Permanent Party reunion, we Fire Control Boys had a good time..


Battery A Personnel- 1955-1957, Limited number

  • Captain Dorious Galipeau-- a great CO. Lieutenants Levaggi and Quegg (sp ? ).
  • Topkick: MSgt Hines ---- couldn't wait to return to Garmisch, Germany.
  • Fire Control Maintenance Men: Sgt. FC Tom Lundregan, MSgt Ed Risk, Spec FC Frank Robinson.
  • Operators and Staff : Ed Keevins, Lauren Kiest, Bob Strawbridge, Meryl Sarber, Gene Scanlon, Tom Goldberg,Bill Feaster, John Baker, Ron Downer, etc.
  • Promotions and Stuff:

    Promotions came fast to the Fire Control boys; after 11 months of schooling the Army wanted to keep us. Also, if we just extended for one year, we could become Warrant Officers immediately. We had opportunities.

    Miscellaneous:

    I do have some photos, plus Certificates, etc of life in the Nike Program, in case you are interested ?


    Massachusetts Guns

    from Randy Cabell
    Hi Ed.
    What a great information source. As a young lieutenant, I taught at the AAA & GM School at Ft. Bliss from 1954-1956. But I now want to turn the clock back another 5-10 years or so. Before there was even NIKE AJAX, 90mm and 120mm guns ringed our larger cities. In fact, most of my friends fro OBC-10 at Ft. Bliss went to serve in Batteries around NY and Boston. Do you have anything on those sites?

    Randy Cabell


    Well - I am happy to say that you are in luck.

    1. John McGrath collected gun and Nike information about Massachusetts and Rhode Island and placed it on a web site. About 4 years ago he gave up the web site but kindly sent me a CD-ROM of it which I post at
      http://www.ed-thelen.org/loc-m.html#Massachusetts
      and
      http://www.ed-thelen.org/J-McGrath/NENike.htm
    2. The second edition of "Rings of Supersonic Steel" gives an interesting introductory history including placement and upgrading of gun batteries to Nike.
    Good Hunting
    Ed Thelen


    Warhead Custodial Detachment, French vs Germans - posted October 12, 2004

    from Joseph R Williams
    I just read the excellent article about the Nike Warhead Detachments supporting the NATO Forces.

    My first assignment was as XO (Executive Officer) of the 357th Artillery Detachment in Stetten a.k.m. (A Cold Market in German) , FRG supporting the French Air Force in 12/1963. While I was there we spent our time training our warhead teams and taking TPI',s (Technical Proficiency Inspections for warhead operations) .

    Since France was in the decision process of leaving NATO, they were dragging their feet with the total deployment of NIKE sites in Germany. There were two 4 battery battalions and only one 4 Team Artillery Detachment. Not enough to support fully deployed units. Why is unknown, but maybe the Team and Detachment facilities weren't provided by the French, so the US didn't provide the Detachment. The French wouldn't spend the money on the facilities and equipment needed to pass the inspections or support the Teams.

    These detachments had a lot of pressure on them to be outstanding, so every little thing was a major situation. These officers and enlisted men were probably some of the finest in the US Army if they were in the original packages that were trained at Fort Bliss and deployed as a cohesive unit. However, some were not deployed for various reasons and those slots were filled after the unit arrived in Germany. The replacements sometimes were not as top notch, even though they had the qualifications and were in the reliability program and of course were not 'members of the team'.

    I think the situation with the French was even worse because the frustration level was so high. Higher HQ wanted us to get the French to provide all the facilities, equipment, etc. and become proficient enough to pass the TPI/NSI. That was the Detachment Commander, XO and the Team Commanders daily task, meet with the French, influence the training schedule and the facility and equipment situation. So these well trained Teams were becoming more and more frustrated each day. I am sure the French units wanted to do well, but were not allowed to by France. A political situation. In fact, I believe the French units had no idea they were leaving NATO and they were as surprised as we were when it happened. If you look at the time frames, you will see that Bottengen passed the inspections, was stocked and almost immediately thereafter the French left NATO.

    I was transferred North in late 1964 and I was the Team Commander of C Team, 42d Artillery Detachment located in Lohne, FRG in 1965-66. The 42d Arty Det was another matter. High morale and we supported an excellent German Air Force Battalion and it was a race between us and the German batteries to pass every inspection and evaluation. The difficult terrain and climate of Northern Germany where our launching site was sinking was our only downfall. We were the first units to successfully complete the TPI/NSI (Technical Proficiency Inspection/ Nuclear Security Inspection) . Our Team was very good at the TPI and our German Battery passed their portion, the NSI, with flying colors. After passing, we were stocked with the warheads and the business of 24/7 began.

    Later, we were the first to perform a real NATO convoy when we had to remove all the warheads to Soergal because our launching area was sinking. One difference in our set up was we had a complete cooks section and our people prepared and served three meals a day and of course when we went on 24/7, a fourth meal at mid-night. We also had a small beer club in the basement of the building for our troops. We were also authorized to live in German Military housing which was located in Deipolz, FRG. All others lived in the Team facility. We had excellent soldiers and absolutely no disciplinary problems.

    Joe

    Joseph R Williams
    LTC (Ret), Field Artillery


    From: Alex Purcell January 11, 2004 Subject: Nike web site: HA-25
    
    > and if there were indoor 
    > ranges on Nike housing sites elsewhere in the country.
    
    [response by Ed Thelen]
    I REALLY doubt it. The Army, in my day, seemed to regard shooting as an outdoor activity, and besides they saved money and fuss on ear protection
  • the old 30-06 round is extremely noisy (and kicked like a mule!)
  • it is bad enough outside.
    I used to chew toilet paper into wet "spit-ball wads" and stick them into my ears when we went to the range
  • and my ears would still ring and hurt
  • and this was outside.

    And when pulling targets in the pits at say 100 yards, the *CRACK* of the supersonic (say mach 4) slugs going by 6 feet above your head was very unpleasant. It was much better at 500 yards -

    I can't imagine what it was like for the armored infantry with those big tank guns going off next to you!!!

    It isn't that I'm a super whimp with guns. I grew up in a rural community. A nice weekend activity was to take my 22 rifle up or down the local river and shoot much too much. I regarded myself as reasonably accurate "offhand" with a 22 rifle or pistol. But military weapons were something else

  • definitely not friendly nor fun.
    Except the 30 caliber carbine was kind of a pop-gun.

  • BatMan ??? from Richard Turner
    Hi Ed...enjoy your website.
    While serving as an IFC maintenance man, I had occasion to be working on the large plotting board in the BC van. When I had finished, I pulled out about 4 or 5 feet of the large paper and drew a batman symbol on it...then rerolled it.

    Wouldn't you know it....an ORI team hit the unit and during the wring out of the radar, our computer operator pulled the plotting board paper out to have a clean board and lo and behold...BATMAN.

    I was called on the carpet for that little escapade. I was known for this kindof thing however and I think everyone had a laugh, perhaps in secret later on.

    This happened on Site 61 Vashon Island Washington State probably about 1970 or so.

    Richard Turner
    SGM Retired


    'Friendly' North Korea
    from
    Bob Sykes
    Us Nike guys may not have fired a Missile in defense of our location, but we did serve our Country and my Korean experience did make me sleep with my 45 and M-16.

    We were on the coast just below Inchon on White Tigar Mountain (Camp Sarafi) Sak Son Ni and the North Koreans had a bad habit of coming in at night to assassinate the local politician or anyone who got in their way.

    When they did that, the whole coast line would be as bright as day with all the flares going off. I was there when the North Koreans shot down the recon plane (B-47) and we went to Red Alert.

    Thanks again!

    Bob Sykes

    Menu for Red Canyon Range Camp for Christmas 1957 from J.P. Moore
    Dear friends,

    If you were at Red Canyon Range Camp for Christmas 1957, you probably received one of these special mess hall menus, personally signed by Lt. Colonel John J. McCarthy. He was so proud of his troops that he signed every single menu.

    Menu courtesy of Mary Elliot, daughter of Lt. Col. McCarthy, who sends best wishes to you this Christmas of 2002.

    Wishing each of you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

    JP Moore
    Shreveport, Luzianna
    Visit my HomePage website at http://home.sport.rr.com/nikeajax/rcrc_welcome.html


    The Big E at SF 88 IFC from Eshleman, John
    One week end in '71 the troops were given the order to repaint the lines in the small parking area at the IFC area. I returned Monday morning to find this one lined parking space with a very large "E" painted in the middle of it.

    The "E" wasn't just large, it was very large and thick. I ask SFC Herrin (Maint Sgt) "What's with the big E parking space?" The reply, "Chief, that's your parking space, you're the only Big "E" in this IFC." In the painting process, the paint can was sitting in the middle of a parking space when one of the troops kicked the paint can over and paint was running. Another troop grabbed a paint brush and directed the flow of the spill into the letter E

    I visited SF88 in Oct of '86 and was bearly able to drive up to the IFC and sure enough, some one had painted the big E over with black (tar) paint, but big as the nose on your face, the "Big E" was still there. Should they ever reactivate that NIKE site, I will always be there.



    HALT! from Bruce Graydon via
    J. P. Moore
    Someone mentioned area 5000 the other day and that reminded me of the time just before we packed up to head to RCRC for our attempted firings. We were hanging out in front of our building waiting to go to mess. A guard from the stockade was wrangling a detail of prisoners who were planting the tree's around the buildings.

    They came into our building to get water and when they came out, the 3 prisoners made a break and scattered. The guard yelled, 'HALT". They kept on running. We all just kinda stood there not believing what we were seeing. He yelled, "HALT" again and the third time he leveled his carbine and killed one of the prisoners. The other 2 stopped and were gathered up by a few of us gawkers. I still can't imagine that they thought they were really going to escape.

    Bruce Graydon. Package 8, RCRC 1953-54. D Battery, 738 Missile Bn,
    Philadelphia 1954-55



    Statute Of Limitations from
    B R Blaydes
    It has been a long time since this happened , I wonder if it is worth telling.

    I was stationed at Jacobsville [BA-43]C36th the summer of 1956. One day I was assigned to take two men and go to the ships store at Annapolis to pick up surplus material for construction of a PX

    .I and the two met a Navy Chief who directed use to the material we were to receive . One of the men I took with me noticed several old canon in the yard and asked the Chief if he could have one and the answer was that of course a strong no way . Well it seems that when no one was looking one canon was loaded on the Deuce and a Half and covered and we left with material plus a canon.

    As we neared Jacobsville we dropped the canon on a field to be retrieved later. Sometime later one Saturday morning the Company Commander called me and told me to get the truck and some men and report to the orderly room. When we arrived at the orderly room we met with the company commander and were advised that a farmer had found the canon in his field and we were to go with the farmer and retrieve it.

    Well to shorten this story a mount was made and it was placed outside the orderly room by the flag pole and there it remained. The men that went with me were the ones who loaded the canon that day at the ship yard. I have often wondered about that canon and where it ended up. Needles to say I had visions of repercussions for a long time after.

    SAC Perspective
    from
    Dick Roush
    I was one of many from our Air Force Radar Bomb Scoring site in Ironwood, Michigan who trained Nike personnel in Chicago, Milwaukee and Detroit in 1961, and 1962, right when the joint AF/ARMY project first started. Just thought I'd make contact.

    We were just a small SAC detachment of about 50 men. Our equipment at the RBS sites across the nation was very similar to your NIKE Ajax and Hercules. We had a trailer (MSQ-1) with a computerized X-Y plotting board in it, along with the radio communications for communicating with aircraft using the the bomb plot - assigning bomb release times, taking crew info and bomb run information (type, ECM activity, post-release maneuvers, IP inbound, 50 mile call, 25 mile call, bomb release tone, and then transmitting the encoded bomb run and ECM scores).

    There was a separate ECM trailer, and the automatic tracking radar (MPS-9). This was very similar to what the Army had, so since the Air Force needed fresh targets provided by larger cities (surrounded by NIKE sites), and the Army needed live "targets" for practice, the two branches got together............and we got TDY assignments in our assigned cities of Chicago, Milwaukee, and Detroit to do the training and handle the communications - at first.

    I can share with you now, Ed, that in my experience, had our bombers been from Russia, they would have walked right through us in the beginning. We knew the azimuth, altitude, and bomb release times, and we had so many "aborts" that the Army was embarrassed, and we got our asses kicked by the Air Force for not doing a better job of training. Eventually, we got it worked out.

    I noticed a big difference in how the Army functioned during these bomb runs and how we in the AF functioned. The Army was much more "by the numbers" and more rigid in how they allowed their men to operate. We were all cross-trained and could do all jobs, plus maintain the equipment. Once they let the men use their heads a little more, they did much better. But until then, they were more robotic in their assignments. This is not mentioned as a slur against those Army personnel, just our observation.

    My son, Jeff, was born while I was on assignment in La Porte, Ind (or near there, anyway) at a NIKE site. It was the furthest from my home town, Woodstock, Illinois, where my wife was in the hospital. I arrived after the birth. She was NOT happy.

    I really enjoyed working with the Army guys during those 3 month assignments. The father of one of the guys was a Vice-President at Magnavox at an Illinois plant. I got a job interview with him when I got out, but ended up working for Sundstrand Aviation in Rockford, Illinois on the XB-70 supersonic bomber (the Concorde equivalent), then went to college, graduated, went to work for IBM as an engineer, and now I'm retired. But those years in RBS and working with the Army will always be important years for me. Ain't it always that way, huh? ...

    Regards,

    Dick

    Happy Ramblings
    from
    Chuck Zellers
    Ed,

    I assume all US units that had Missile Masters had a FUIF system installed. The reasoning was to control which battery was targeting which target(s) within the range of all the Nike sites. As an example, the Missile Master in Omaha was operated by the Air Force who operated the radar at Missile Master used to identify all flying aircraft. Target information from Missile Master was sent via phone lines to each battery FUIF system, allowing selective targeting, i.e., avoiding two or more missile sites locking on and firing at the same target(s). I'm not sure when FUIF equipment was 1st installed at sites...I do know the system I worked on was there in 1961.

    I did visit the "Blue Room" in the Missile Master in Omaha...it was blue or had a blue lighting cast over it and was big, many displays, large plotting boards, a big computer room.

    Looking at my orders for the FUIF training at Pedricktown, NJ I notice several others attended, looks like two people for each site in the Philadelphia area...but I never did run into anyone else who was trained to fix FUIF, at least Army people.

    Oh, also I remember during the Cuban Missile Crisis while stationed at Swedesboro, NJ, the Army had Juliet Prowse visit the site. We all went to the mess hall, they handed out those sample pack of cigarettes to us. I assume this was for a morale builder. Yes, she was good looking!....I think at the time she was going with Frank Sinatra.

    Another time the Battery Commander loaded us in an Army bus, took us to the Jersey shore, we went clamming (sic). After the task of finding clams, they took us to a night club who treated us to front row seats and dinner (I think this may have been after the Cuban thing).

    Another story at Crete, Nebraska: After arriving at Crete, the ABAR (AN/FPS-75) radar was not yet installed. When the equipment arrived, we assembled the antenna (parabolic reflector) which was 10' x 40'. The antenna was made of aluminum and weighted around 1200 to 2000 lbs. Anyhow, the assembled antenna was set on the ground until we could lift it to the pedestal. One night the wind came up (it's always windy in Nebraska it seems). The wind blew the antenna over the parimeter fence into a farm field. Boy the Battalion Commander was pissed!

    Another thing at Crete, I guess I remember hearing from other guys about using the MTR or TTR to discourage radar traps by the police. Now I don't know if it really had any effect but one day/night a police car was parked on a side road near the IFC area. The antenna was aimed at the car and the magnetron was fired. The car left shortly thereafter.

    I remember during IG inspection times, if any part count (magnetrons, tubes, etc) was over the TOE(sic?) count, they had us haul them off site...one time dumping in a river!

    I remember becoming the Soldier of the Quarter in Swedesboro and still have the certificate I received.

    In Nebraska, rank at the time was hard to come by. I had enough time in grade as a SP4-E4 and went before a "Board of Review" along with several others. The board was used to select the next E5 in the battalion. A couple of the people had been before the board before. I was selected and of course felt good about it.

    About 6 months before I left the Army, I got orders for Germany. In order to go to Germany I had to reup. I decided not to, partly because SP5-E5 was the highest rank I could achieve in MOS 229.1 (ABAR Maintenance).

    After my decision, a few of my Army friends said :"you'll be back". I never did look back until now. My electronic training in the Army allowed me to work in the computer field until I retired from Unisys.

    Sorry for the rambling.....it just comes out as a person types!

    Regards,

    Chuck Zellers

    Souvenir Hunters
    from
    Mark Morgan
    Oh no, going into a national park or particularly a national military park/ battlefield is a federal crime.

    These two yahoos came in the back side of the park through one of the adjacent developments; the locals noted these two white guys in a fancy truck with all these metal detection gear and immediately called the police and the park.

    We grabbed them with the gear and a few minie balls, got their truck and they both spent some quality time in jail. Well deserved!

    Artifact collectors and pot hunters are a major problem throughout the country; far as I'm concerned if they get caught, they can go to jail permanently.

    MK

    Nothing special, just life
    from
    Chuch Sandlin
    We were lucky at C-03 since a group of new troops arrived at about the same time, trained together and stayed together for almost 3 years. Our IFC crews were the same people for all of that time so we worked extremely well together. We also seemed to get excellent officers to work with. Maybe because our battery was tops in the Battalion and the defense most of the time based on SNAP and ORE scores.

    I ran the battery PX for a period of time in addition to my other duties. Toward the end of my tour I was detached to 45th Brigade to run the SAC Radar Bomb Scoring operation and get it back on track. The Brigade was receiving poor performance scores in this area and the colonel wanted it corrected. Sure was nice being a Sp/5 reporting directly to a bird.

    Having HQ 90 miles away in Milwaukee was nice since they tended to bug A & B Batteries more than us. The only disadvantage was that we got hit by ARADCOM and 5th Region regularly since we were so close to the Chicago O'Hare airport and Glenview Naval Air Station.

    C-03 started as a 120mm gun site and was converted to Ajax in the 50's. I'm not sure when it was converted to Herc, but believe it was a dual Ajax/Herc site for some period of time and became a HERC only site in the early 60's. THe HQ and IFC were at Montrose Beach Harbor while the Launching area was at Belmont Harbor. We had a direct line of site across Lake Michgan from IFC to Launch.

    Our radars were on 40 foot towers so wintertime checks and adjustments could get interesting. Both areas were on the lake shore and exposed to wind, snow and waves. On the other hand, there were a lot of high rise apartments to the west and the columating telescopes really provide a detailed view of certain windows. Amazing that people on the 10th floor don't think that they need cutains!

    There are two pictures in the Redstone library that were taken at the C-03 launch area. One is the scene of troops running for cover with a HERC in the background and a highrise building evident. The other is of several HERCs raised on the launchers with a highrise building in the background. Pretty sure both of these are from C-03 launching area.

    C-03 was decommissioned in late 1968 or early 1969 after our group finihed their tour of duty. At one point, the launching area was occupied by an American Indian group trying to claim that it belonged to them as a result of a long lost treaty. The site buildings have been completely removed including the 40' concrete radar towers. The only thing that remains is an access door to the warhead storage area. It is still on the Corps of Engineers list of contaminated sites and may still be "hot".

    Some of the folks I remember:

    [a long list of people - and at the end -]
    Mick Mindikowski - Chicago - we made his brand new car disappear one day - TTR


    Annual Family Day
    From
    Duke Borchardt, CW5, FLARNG
    For about 4 years before site deactivation, at Site NY-25 we would actually plan and carry out an annual 'Family Appreciation Day', with the festivities actually taking place in the Launcher Area. The festivities certainly consisted of some formal(escorted)tours of the entire site by family members, dog handling demonstrations etc..., followed by fun and games for all children, and those young at heart. We would always provide a great cookout and some beer and sodas, and give-always of prizes by the local community. Members of B Btry would always look forward to this function, and was always well attended.

    DUKE BORCHARDT
    CW5, FLARNG


    Cuban Missile Crisis, how I grew up in a hurry in October 1962.
    From
    Jim Whitaker
    After graduating from the University of Nevada in Reno in 1962, I was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant and ordered to report to the Army Air Defense Hercules Missile School at Ft. Bliss, Texas. Halfway through my officer basic school, the Cuban Missile Crisis erupted on October 13 1962. I was pulled out of school early and assigned to Battery B, 2nd Missile Battalion, 52nd Artillery, stationed at Ft. Bliss. This was the only mobile Nike Hercules unit in the world and an integral part of the “strategic army command” force. We immediately initiated procedures for a deployment to Southern Florida, making up only a small part of the myriad of military forces from all the services being mobilized and assembled to address the Cuban missile threat.

    Battery B was deployed at the very most southern tip of the Florida mainland in the Everglades less than 100 miles from Havana and the Russian missile sites. In a two week period, 24 hours a day, the Army Corps of Engineers literally built an island for us in the swamp by bringing in hundreds of truck loads of earthfill to construct an elevated land surface for our missiles and radars which would keep the equipment elevated above the Everglades water level. Battery B was the very first operational Hercules unit in the theater. Batteries A, C and D were deployed further north, aligned in a defensive mode around the “Strategic Air Command” B52 base at Homestead. Three battalions of Hawk missiles were also integrated into the overall aerial defense strategy to bolster capabilities against a low level, over-water attack. Batteries were deployed from Key West, north to Miami on the Atlantic coast, and around the southern tip of the mainland to the west Gulf Coast. Hercules batteries were armed with 36 missiles with varying warheads. Due to the close proximity of our battery to Havana and the Russian missile sites, Battery B was the only Hercules unit that had the capability of conducting either surface to air defensive engagements or surface to surface strikes on the island.

    Battery B went to “battle stations” many times during and after the initial crisis. After President Kennedy was assassinated on November 22, 1963, the Battery also operated at the highest alert status for many weeks.

    Each day and night during the crisis we played war games with sorties of Russian Migs from Havana flying straight at our site, only to turn around at the Air Defense Identification Zone (ADIZ) off our southern shore and return to Cuba. Their objective was to determine how fast and how efficient we were in locking on to their planes with our target tracking radar. We regularly exchanged electronic counter measures in testing each other’s offensive and defensive capabilities.

    During my entire duty assignment in Florida until my discharge in September 1964, we lived in tents in the Everglades. The site was totally isolated, but completely self-sufficient. All missile systems and site support activities were conducted only with generator power.

    Security all around the perimeter of the site, consisted of six rows of stacked concertina razor wire and armed walking sentries. We had no guard dogs.

    Battery B repeatedly distinguished itself during and after the Cuban Crisis. In February 1964, the unit was given the “ARADCOM (Army Air Defense Command) Outstanding Firing Battery” award, in competition with over 130 permanent sites located around the United States. This award was determined by excellence in performance at the required annual “Short Notice Annual Service Practice” which included firing three missiles at drone targets at McGregor Range in New Mexico. The battery was also extended special honors through a “proclamation of appreciation” from the City of Miami for our efforts in the defense of the community.

    The unit was further distinguished by being selected to participate in the testing and firing of a nuclear warhead in a Hercules missile. These tests were conducted at Johnston Island in the South Pacific, and the only time a Hercules nuclear warhead was ever detonated.

    After leaving the regular Army in September 1964, I completed my reserve requirements in an air defense reserve unit with the Nevada National Guard. I stayed active until 1969. Annual training was conducted at the Presidio in San Francisco and Fort Bliss, Texas. I had the opportunity of working and training on various Hercules sites in the San Francisco air defense arena.

    I have an extensive collection of pictures, memorabilia, and film showing actual missile and site deployments along with various daily life activities at our battery during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Most citizens of the United States today don’t realize how close our country came to being involved in a horrible nuclear war in 1962. I know I will never forget it.

    Jim Whitaker
    Captain, U.S. Army


    Ordered to a closed site
    From
    Bill Ellis
    In July of 1957, I had finished basic training, and my orders sent me to a 90 millimeter AAA gun battery at 103rd and Cicero Avenue, in Chicago, Illinois. I got off of the plane at Midway Airport (a few miles north on Cicero Ave), and I took a taxi to the post that was stated in my orders.

    When I got there, the place was in an advanced state of collapse, the Jamesway buildings were falling down, the ones still standing, had weeds growing in the broken windows, even the taxi driver laughed when he saw it, but, I checked my orders again for the 30th time, and sure enough, this was the place. I paid the taxi driver, and threw my duffle bag down on the ground in front of the locked gate and sat down on it.

    For a brief moment, it occured to me, that I could just go back to the airport, get back on a plane bound for L.A. (where my home was), and my hitch would be over before the Army ever missed me. I was totally dumbfounded that the US Army would send me to a closed installation, especially one that had closed for a VERY long time. But, being very young, (and somewhat naive), I just sat there for about 2 hours, wondering what to do next.

    Eventually a passing deuce and a half came along on 103rd St, and I flagged it down, just to ask somebody what they thought I should do next. The 2 soldiers in the truck laughed out loud when they saw my orders, and they gave me a ride then to 22nd Group Hdqrs in Orland Park, Illinois.

    At this point, my Army career was rekindled., and I was posted to the Nike (Ajax) site in Munster, Indiana. I have had many occasions to tell this story over the years, always evoking a laugh.


    Getting Attention
    From
    Rod Van Ausdall

    I was there in Bliss in 1958 -59 or so.After graduation I taught the M31 nuclear warhead - theory and safety in the Special Weapons Department of HAM. Taught general officer and field and company grade classes.

    I remember opening the classes with the potential Battery Commanders by telling them "Listen to me or you will be relieved of your first missile battery command". Some of them sure were in those days!! Great fun!


    Helicopters and Operational Readyness Evaluations
    From
    Bill Shaw

    Just a short comment on the helicopter pad on our site in Bristol,RI. If my memory serves me right at least 90% of our big Operational Readyness Evaluations and Inspector General etc. inspections where "scrambled eggs" were on the hats came by whirlybird. Looked more official that way anyway.

    One such inspection we had, the helicopter had just gotten off the ground in the launcher area and the rear prop failed about 3 ft above the ground. Nobody was hurt tho.

    On the humorous side the pad in the IFC area had a fair size CO2 extinguisher and we were all the time "borrowing" it to cool the beer fast. Finally the Fire Marshall got after us big time.. He kept wondering where all the fires were!

    Then of course there was the added advantage of the element of surprise using the whirlybird on the Evaluation tests. The other inspections were supposed to be somewhat surprise in nature but ALWAYS we were sent an itinerary of the pending arrival of a big wheel.


    Navy AA, Pearl Harbor
    From
    Joseph K. Taussig, Jr., Captain, U.S.Navy (Ret.)

    I was writing a discussion about the total ineffectiveness of the 3"/ and 5" AA guns at Pearl Harbor. I ran across your Nike effort, and your pre-Nike discussion.

    I was a 21 year old Ensign on USS NEVADA (BB-36) on December 7.1941. My battle station was the starboard AA Director in the foremast, just above the Navigation Bridge. We had ten 5"/25 AA guns, and the extremely complex (over 2,000 parts) Ford 19 Director. My guns were firing before 0800 ("At dawn we slept), and around 0805 a strafing bullet went completely through my left hip. The bullet entered the director and it went dead on me. I spent the rest of the morning in Sky Control as the "senior AA Officer available.) All of us, save the starboard director officer were wounded, but all stayed at their batteries. Lots of blood, we lost 60 men killed and 110 wounded on batteries with only 70 assigned men. The second that third firing strings were also slaughtered.

    The trouble is, I have not been able to find a single individual, out of scores of old AA Officers I have called who claim that the old 3" and 5" AA guns (before the VT fuse) ever hit an enemy plane.

    I was hospitalized until April 1946 when I talked the doctors into amputating my leg, and was so glad to get rid of it, I returned to full duty three days later. It took the Navy eight more years to catch their only one legged officer, and the Korean drawdown caught me.

    Our NIKE site in Annapolis is closed and was one of my "stomping grounds." (see www.safety-ndi.navy.mil )

    I am still trying to find a reported "Pye Report" accumulated shortly after the attack by Rear Admiral William S. Pye which listed all the ammunition expended by the ships present. If you have any leads, I would appreciate it.

    ... thank you.
    Joseph K. Taussig, Jr., Captain, U.S.Navy (Ret.)


    Naha, Okinawa
    From
    Levine, Richard M

    ... at the Nike Hercules site at Naha AFB in Naha, Okinawa. My enlistment ended in 1965.

    There was a Vietnamese Colonel who visited to determine if the Nike's would be deployed in Vietnam. Evidently, he decided they were too large, and too big a target. I believe he settled on the smaller, more mobile Hawk missiles.

    We had a little training in riot control, because it was expected that the Okinawians might riot in protest of the nuclear subs that would be visiting the island. However, there never were any riots.

    I also noted that the Airforce turned off the runway lights when a U2 spyplane would land in the evenings.

    I understand that one of the missiles had accidently ignited, scooted accross the runway, and killed the guards in the launch-site guardhouse. This was before my tour on Okinawa.

    During the typhoon season, they installed large ropes between the buildings, so that we could get between the buildings presumably without being blown away.

    Our commander died at the beach, while his family were enjoying the sun with him. The undertow was just too strong to swim away from. He just disappeared, never to be seen again.

    It was so hot and humid on Okinawa that we needed to keep a bulb lighted in the clothing closet to avoid fungus on the shoes and clothing. One time the bulb went out, and all my shoes grew fungus on them.

    Since the Vietnam war was just heating up at the time my three years was about to be up, the government was considering extending enlistments. Luckily, mine wasn't extended.

    Richard M. Levine
    123 W. Ramapo Av.
    Mahwah, NJ 07430
    201-307-7140


    Re-up-blues?
    This was information for "Nike People", but I thought it also an interesting "Short Story".

    "served in Korea after AIT in Ft. Bliss. AIT was sep 74-Mar 75. Korea F-2/44 launch area, Apr 75- Mar 76. 24U. Then Ft Bliss HHB 2/52 attched, 76-78. Re-upped for Satellite Comm, got training, but because of critical shortage in Nike, was assigned to A 2/56 79-80. Last was Sp/5 24U40. Timothy H. Smith (Byrne) "


    Indianapolis Star history item
    From Frank Martinez Indianapolis Nike Preservation Group

    Dear Ed, Thought you might be interested in this article from the Indianapolis Star News. By Rob Schneider Indianapolis Star/News

    WHEELER, Ind. (August 15, 1998) -- It's easy to miss. But along a county road near here is a paved drive that leads to the past.

    It looks as if it's heading into a cornfield. It doesn't. Instead, it leads to an 8-foot-high cyclone fence tipped with barbed wire. Bushes and trees have done their best to obscure a guardhouse that sits just inside a padlocked gate.

    There are no signs to mark what went on here -- the anxious moments that occurred when the "red phone" rang and everyone wondered if this was the day the country would go to war.

    But past the gate, up the road where grass and weeds have sprouted and through another 8-foot fence, was the business end of an Army Nike missile base. Armed with the best radar of the day, the base known as C47 stood ready to launch missiles at invading squadrons of Soviet bombers, which Pentagon planners were sure would be used against the United States in case of war.

    The missiles were long gone when Don Peterson stumbled across the base as a teen-ager. But the sight stuck in his mind.

    In the years since, he's wondered how long it would take before people began appreciating the Cold War relic.

    He's still waiting for an answer.

    Last November, Peterson found himself choking on his Thanksgiving dinner after reading a story about how the federal government would pay to have the launch area of the base demolished. Incensed, Peterson fired off a number of letters, helped create the Nike Preservation Group and launched a crusade to save the launch area of C47.

    "The Cold War was the longest war in United States history," Peterson said in a letter to U.S. Sen. Dan Coats, R-Ind. "This facility stands as a constant reminder to future generations of the dark threat of nuclear war, which haunted the American way of life for more than four decades."

    His letters didn't get much attention. Porter County officials just saw the base, which was closed in 1972, as a nuisance. But the state historic preservation staff began looking at the situation because of the pending demolition. Soon, the staff started receiving information from the preservation group.

    In June, the staff recommended that the base be placed on state and national registers of historic places. In the meantime, the demolition plans were shelved, and in October, the Indiana Historic Preservation Board will review the staff recommendation.

    C47 and other bases like it were developed as a last line of defense in the 1950s as the United States focused on the Soviet Union and its aims. Altogether, there were about 300 bases in 29 states. In C47's case, it was one spoke in a defense ring of 21 bases built to protect the Chicago area and the Gary steelworks. Of those, five were in northwestern Indiana.

    Work on the bases began in the early 1950s, and they were first armed with the Ajax missile. Later, it was replaced by the Hercules, which provided one option the earlier missile didn't -- nuclear capability.

    C47 was less than hospitable for those who were not supposed to be there. An armed sentry was posted in the guardhouse, and attack dogs were used to patrol the ground between the two 8-foot-high fences. About 100 men were assigned to the base.

    Among those was Frank Martinez, who in 1966 was an 18-year-old soldier from New York. His images of C47 are still sharp.

    People thought the Russians had built up huge numbers of long-range bombers, and those bombers "would be first in," said Martinez, who now lives in California.

    The notion of using a nuclear weapon to destroy bombers before they released their payloads made sense. The memories of U.S. planes dropping atomic bombs on Nagasaki and Hiroshima, Japan, at the end of World War II were still fresh in people's minds.

    With a nuclear warhead, the Hercules missile could do more than just knock down a single plane. It could wipe out anything within miles of its blast. "It wasn't so much to kill the pilots. It was to destroy the aircraft, to stop it from flying."

    If things ever reached that point, C47's soldiers were trained for what would follow. The base had a fallout shelter with a 60-day supply of food. Geiger counters and pocket radiation counters that measure radiation doses were part of the equipment on hand.

    Martinez, a fire control technician, traveled to an Army test range in Texas to fire missiles. "If your eyes were not on the launcher when it took off, you couldn't snap your head fast enough to catch it," he said of the Hercules. "It was kind of eerie to stand there. You could see the target, see the missile coming up in an arc, and a little spark would occur. It was a very quick thing."

    John Braun of Indianapolis didn't serve at C47 but was a fire control technician at a Nike base in Munster in neighboring Lake County. Like Martinez, Braun needed a top secret clearance before being allowed to do his job. Secrecy and security permeated his work.

    At any moment the red phone might come alive. "When that phone rang, it could be only from one place," Braun said. A voice at the other end would announce an alert. An officer and enlisted man each would open a special safe, take out and snap open plastic-covered instruction cards with coded information, and start readying the missiles for use.

    But you couldn't talk about any of that, Braun said. When base personnel went into town, it was against the rules to talk to civilians about what they did.

    "If people ever approached us and asked, there was actually a time when we were to get their license number. They would have been picked up and questioned why they wanted to know that." If someone from the base forgot and "shot his mouth off," his friends were expected to report it. Similarly, Braun didn't even discuss what they did with other men on the base, such as the gate guards or clerical staff.

    Even when he left the base, Braun was never more than a phone call away. If he went somewhere, he had to leave an itinerary of where he was going and where he could be reached every day.

    Changes in the country's defense strategies eventually eliminated the need for the bases. The Munster base was closed in 1968, and the Wheeler site in 1972.

    Before becoming involved in trying to preserve the site, Peterson, 36, had never served on a Nike base, never met anyone who had. He did serve in the Army in Europe toward the end of the Cold War, though, and is a member of the Indiana National Guard. "I still guard whatever we're still guarding," said Peterson, who now lives in Noblesville.

    He believes the site is one of the last in the Midwest, if not in the country, where all the components -- launch area, radar towers and administration -- remain primarily intact. That doesn't mean there haven't been some changes to the buildings that once made up the 14-acre base. The area occupied by the administration buildings and radar towers is privately held and is being used as a paint ball camp.

    Vandals have taken their toll on seven buildings in the launch area. But Peterson, whose background is construction, thinks they are still sound.

    The launch area land is controlled by the General Services Administration, pending disposal of the property. The land is generally offered to local governments first and if there are no takers, is put up for auction.

    It's Peterson's hope that he can persuade the state to acquire the launch site and lease it to the preservation group. He expects to submit a plan to the state's Division of Museums and Historic Sites.

    His model is an effort outside San Francisco where a Nike launch area was restored using donations and volunteer labor. Peterson's preservation idea will also be submitted to a state committee of the American Legion next month for consideration. Stephen W. Short, assistant department adjutant with the Legion, has said he would advise the committee that he believes the effort to be worthwhile.

    For Martinez, the goal is more personal: not to forget or repeat a time when nuclear weapons were part of the Indiana landscape. "Here were actual nuclear weapons. A lot of times people didn't know it. They thought it was high explosives on a missile. But there they were."

    People interested in more information about C47 can call Peterson at (317) 776-3868 or contact him by e-mail at: dspeterson3/5commat4/5musa.org. They can also call Robert T. Peterson of Valparaiso, president of the preservation group, (219) 464-1851, for fax him at (219) 465-6879.

    Best regards, FAM


    Korean 'Battle Stations' Nike launch
    From Roger Rigney

    I was a launcher crewman with "D" Batterty , 4th Bn. , 44th Ada , Camp Huston, Yogu, Korea from about Jan 1967 to about Mar 1968 , supposed to be only a 13 month tour, but a few of us got extended because of the Pueblo incident ....

    I was on duty 20 Apr 1967 when we got a "Battle Stations" (this was nearly an everyday occurance). I was first to check out my missile so it was selected to fire.

    The IFC had been tracking a North Korean Mig ..... after about 20 minutes the Launcher Control Panel Operator was told to stand down, about that time the missile took off.

    The booster landed in the Hahn River , the missile for some reason did not failsafe (blow itself up) as planned, instead came apart in the air and fell over many square miles of S. Korea.

    I remember only one other crewman, the Launcher Control Panel crewman was Myron W. Goad. Maybe some other readers who were on the crew will read this and add their perspective .....


    More info from Ed Durffee, CW4 Ret

    After reading a comment by a missile man in Korea, D Btry, Yogu Re: Inadvertant launch of a Missile, I would just add this which may not be acceptable.

    At the time of the incedent the N. Koreans and the US Pilots in the South were constantly challenging the Air Def on the opposit side by making high speed runs directly at the DMZ and turning just before crossing the line. They could tell who was up to par and who wasn't by the response they got and the time it took.

    It was on one of these occasions that D-btry, Commanded by a Capt Voltz was hot and called to Battle Stations. It was at stand down and the Missile was to be lowered when it took off as described by the young man before and created a real problem. Two things resulted from that incecent.

    1. Batteries were brought to only 5 min Status after that
    2. Capt Voltz was refered to as Stray Voltz from that day on.
    He and his men were found not at fault. BTW, It was not funny at the time.


    Followup from Roger Rigney

    ... 2nd Lt. Voltz ... was probably B.C.O. Battery Control Operator on the day this happened. The Battery Commander was Earl B Savage, he commanded this unit from 3 Aug 1966 to 10 June 1967. ...


    Added story by Phil Esquibel

    Roger, I was the Ops and training NCO, worked with the 1SG and CPT Savage. I had nine days till rotation, my hold baggage had been shipped and I was counting the days. I was a short timer (So I Thought). I had pulled CQ the night before and came off duty. I had just returned from the shower and the house boy was doing his morning chores when suddenly all hell broke loose in the quansonhut, we heard the explosion the place was shaking. The wall lockers fell on us and then moments later here comes SPC Kitchens running from outside to tell uas a missile had taken off and I thought to myself well I guess this is it.

    Later the personnel at the admin area were ordered to the arms room to draw our weapons and then later we were briefed and dispersed to the mountain sides to look for parts and peices. We found some large peices during the next few days and they were taken to the assembly area where they were being collected. As I recall they posted a reward to recover the batteries and I remember the excitement at the admin area the day the gate guard called the orderly room to notify us there was a papason at the gate claiming to have the batteries and he did on his ox drawn cart. I was always curious how much that guy received in won.

    We had a lot of visitors during the first few days to follow. The 8th army CG flew in and the ROK infantry was nearby and special forces guys. I was told that there were some navy personnel at the site also. I assume that they were to be the ones coordinating diving the Hahn river.


    My first Korean 'Battle Stations'
    from Ted Willard
    June 1974 A Btry 2-44th----ChinChon, Korea.

    This is a true story about life at a front line ADA site.
    I had just arrived in country and after the usual time at the Replacement and Processing Center was shuffled off onto the back of a deuce and a half for the 2 hour ride to my new home for the nexdt 12 months. I was greeted by the first shirt and assigned to the launcher barracks and pointed the way. Stepping into the quanson hut, I found the vacant cube and started unloading my duffel bag when the siren started going off.

    Men running past me with web gear and helmets was quite a sight to a 17 year old fresh out of AIT. I ran back up the hill to the orderly room and was handed a M-16 and 6 loaded clips and told to get on the truck with a bunch of other men. We made a dash thru the village to the launching area and as I jumped off, a buck sergeant asked who I was. I told him my name and MOS and he pointed to a berm surrounding one of 3 launching areas and said "get down there and make sure nothing crosses the fence line". Well now I am really freaking out but dutifully assume my post not knowing what the hell is going on.

    There was a flurry of activity in the launcher section which I recognized as crew drills and then the 3 birds were raised into the air as Red Status was announced over the PA. I did your basic low crawl down the side of the berm because I knew if the missle went off I didn't want to be there. I heard a whining scream coming and looked up as 2 MIG-21's came ripping down thru the valley between the IFC and Launcher areas, followed VERY shortly after by 2 F4 Phantoms in full burner. The birds were lowered after a few minutes and status was lowered to Blue.

    I found out later that this was one of those active probes by the North Koreans to see how we would respond to a threat. It was definitely an eye opener for me as to the gravity of the "Cold War" on the penisula.


    U.S. AirForce exercises Chicago Nike Ajax systems
    from
    Phil Rowe
    Hey Phil, you tell some mighty good B-52/B-58 stories on your web site Flying Stories for your Enjoyment. Did you ever play games with NIKE sites?

    Hello again, Ed ...

    Yup. Ever hear of the WEXVAL exercises? They were a while back, late 50's. Well, I was sent ( as a young lieutenant ) as an observer/evaluator to a Chicago area Nike AJAX site to see how the Army troops handled the exercise. Dozens of SAC bombers (B-36's, B-47's and B-52's) staged a mock air invasion of the USA from Canada. Fifty or so airplanes were Chicago-bound and it was up to a coordinated NORAD/ARMY team to find and "shoot" 'em down in the] wee hours of the morning. I was in an AJAX radar van south of Gary (as I recall) watching the exercise unfold.

    Well, you never saw such a Chinese fire drill in your life. My AJAX site saw only two of the penetrators and both of those were heading south, long past their Chicago targets. The troops did manage to track one airplane but never got a good altitude on it, so couldn't "fire". It's a good thing Chicagoans didn't get the results of that fiasco .. or they'd not sleep another night during those Cold War scary days.

    But I did get to view the effects of radar jamming, various chaff drops and the dificulties of trying to get a coordinated air defense system going ... back in those dark ages.

    Phil
    An Old Crow and Old Navigator/Bombardier

    Yup, easy to believe - as of Jan 1957, at my site in Chicago, we had never seen any form of jamming, even in training. And inter-site and NORAD communication was chancy at best. I'm told that things got much better in the 1960's.
    Ed Thelen


    Nike Radar vs Cop's Speed Gun
    from
    Steve Bardowski
    I wound up being stationed with a Nike battery just over the county line from my home, in fact, I lived at home. I was at Fort Bliss going through ADA Basic and then Herc officer's course, and managed to swap assingments with a guy from Detroit. He was going to Chicago, and I was headed for Detroit. Worked out well.

    ARADCOM was the first major unit of the Army to meet VOLAR [ Volunteer Army] goals. If you re-upped, you could have your choice of assignment, so most of the troops signed up for the Defense Closest to their homes, plus, although the Marines had HAWKs in Viet Nam, there were no Nike sites.

    On of the guys, a 16C named Pat B**** was also a Lake County Indiana boy like me. So he would commute. Many times he was a tad late and push the gas pedal too hard. Whenever a local or State police officer needed to meet his "never existed" speeding ticket quota, he would just hang near the roads leading to the base gate, and sure enough nab some speeding Nike troop. Pat got nailed two mornings in one week. An easy going guy,but the same State Trooper got him both times, and also he missed formation. So, he got restricted to base. Next time he pulled dailies, he made sure he checked out the MTR. Using the 4 power rifle scope issued to calibrate the radar to the individual missiles, he sighted in othe officer's speed radar antenna, called down to his cohort in the van, and had him run full power through the MTR antenna. State trooper's radar goes "BIP". After a while the officer fires up his Dodge and heads for the State Police barracks for a new radar unit. Supposedly Pat did the same thing the next day, and oddly the officer never set up a radar speed trap near the site again.

    Now this may be one of the "stories" EM use to tease the Officers, but I was back in the corner listening him tell a new arrival. By the way, the South Gary admin site, was located with the pits. The IFC was on the East side of Grant street. My Dad was Civil Defense Directer for Gary and was given the site as a base for his volunteer firemen and police. They also had a water rescue unit with a salvaged DUCK. I also learned to drive using the battery roads there. Dad also arranged for an M4E8 Korean war Sherman that had been sinking into the mud at the Gary airport to be moved to the Civil Defense site as a "gate guard" [he was a tanker in World War II].

    Steve Bardowski
    B/1-60 [HERC] ADA
    1972-1973


    Ground Observer Corps
    from Tom Van Vleck
    Not all people providing active defense were military -
    Interesting web page about Nike missiles. I remember some stuff from before the Nikes: My dad was Chief Observer for our town in the Ground Observer Corps during the 1950s. These civilian volunteers watched the skies for Russian aircraft.

    Our post, on top of a building known as the Hinsdale Community House (burned down later), was known as Coco-Metro-zero-four-Roger. It was a little unroofed plywood pen about six feet square, unadorned except for a telephone in one of those all-weather clamshells.

    If an observer saw any aircraft, he logged it on a clipboard and called in a report to the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago, where all observations were tracked.

    Dad organized the volunteers and assigned observing shifts, and took a turn in the booth himself. I was ten or so, and got to go along a couple of times. The observers didn't use binoculars or anything; they just filled out a little checklist for each sighting, and called it in. There was no attempt at aircraft type recognition either, though I do think they asked if it was a jet or propeller. Jets were rare.


    Site 'Clean-up' but screwed out of a Christmas party
    from Julian A. Cini, Major retired
    I deactivated Site C-48, outside of Gary, Indiana. I finished the deactivation right around 1 August, 1962 as I recall. As the battery commander my life was not that bad, I tried to do what I could for the men under my command.

    I was to be assigned to Fort Sheridan, the day I reported to Sheridan the previous commander at C-48 was relieved and I was given command. I was a very old captain with ten years enlisted service, 1940-1950. I got the job with direction from my commanding officer to clean the site up. The first thing I did was fire the First Sergeant, he was a stereotypical lifer, complete with a half full fifth of whiskey in his desk. It did not take long before I discovered that most of the section chiefs were rejects from other batteries sent to C-48, to hide them. I fired most of the senior NCO's, for the most part they were transferred to be someone else's headache, I then was able to choose the best NCO's on site to fill the section chief slots. Colonel Goldman supported me, and it meant quite a fiew promotions for the men left at the site. Most of the replacements I received in my time at C-48 were look ranking missilemen, that made the old hands happy because there was opportunity to get ahead.

    Working Conditions
    The men for the most part were overworked, underpaid, and not appreciated. Many had part time jobs at the Montegomery Wards store, within walking distance of the control site. I was able to get rid of many undesirables at the site because they were involved in a theft ring from the Auto Center. The store manager appreciated the cooperation that I gave him and treated the honest employees well. Duty swapping was acceptable to help meet moonlighting schedules, and the Store accepted the problems associated with alerts.

    Military Duty was one alert after another. We never had enough man to get everything done. Men were given additional duties of grass cutting, and snow removal. For the most part we had to act as our own Civil Engineers, the men had to fix anything that was broken. In those days we had draftees who often brought decent Civilian skills with them. Carpenters, Plumbers, Car Mechanics etc. We relied on them for many things. For the most part the low ranking enlisted men were very good soldiers, intelligent, reliable, hardworking. Really they were the ones who carried the Program. I never thought it was fair that they had to work so hard, long tedious hours, with so little reward.

    Living Conditions
    Officers and Senior NCO's could live off base in contract housing. The lower ranks were in one story barracks, typical. Open bay, foot lockers and wall lockers, latrine with no water closets. We had a hobby shop, a day room with TV, Pool tables, and Ping Pong, but little else. There was no club or theatre, and only a very small Post Exchange Annex. A Nike Site was it's on little Army Post with very limited facilities. Gary was an industrial city full of hardworking men from the steel mills, the type soldiers we had did not fit in with the local population very well. Intelligent young middle class soldiers don't fight very well in working class bars.

    Sick Call
    We had sick call daily, but the type soldiers we had did not malinger so we did not have takers everyday. For medical services we contracted with the Methodist Hospital in Gary. If an Army facility was needed a carryall took the man to Fort Sheridan. If it was serious then Great Lakes Naval Hospital was the best military facility in the area. I had come from Korea, where I had to deal with a high VD rate among the men, at C-48 that was not an issue. For routine dental work their was a dental van that traveled from site to site.

    Morale
    Morale at C-48 was very low. We had far too many alerts and too few men to do the work. An example of this problem is the story of a party we had planned. The young lieutenants, all very good officers, planned a party for the battery. The food was waiting in the mess hall, there was a well stocked open bar ready to go, and there were models from a Chicago modeling agency who were coming so there would be a few women at the party. Married soldiers and senior NCO's were to take the duty for the night. At 4:00pm we were put on "HOT" status. If we remained on "HOT" the party would have to be cancelled. I called everyone I could to downgrade our status, but no one cared. From that day on the officers and men were bitter, and I could not blame them. The site had improved greatly, it was no longer considered the worst site in the area, the men were doing a great job, and they got no thanks for what they did.

    When C-48 closed, I do not think that anyone regretted leaving that place. It the worst assignment I encounter in twenty-four years in the military. I believe I did my best to improve it, but making the assignment desirable was impossible. Most ADA officers looked for greener pastures, good missilemen went to the National Guard, or got out of the Army. At the time the program was important and men did a good job for their country.


    Practical Joke
    from
    Bill Shaw
    Stationed at C Btry 739th AAA Msl Bn to be called later C Btry 4th Msl Bn, 56 Arty in Bristol, RI (PR38) from Sept 1956 to June 1963
    I lived off post and every time they had one of those things {inspections} I had to either come in and help clean the latrine or supervise same. There was one time however, that we had an inspection that I did get the last laugh (and almost had to face the firing squad), and that was when we had some big Colonel coming through.

    I took a roofing nail and soldered it to one side of a quarter and nailed the whole thing to the bottom of a doorway inside the maintenance shack. The Col. and his cohorts came through and would you believe it the Col. tried to pick it up, his cohorts tried, and just about everyone with him tried to kick it loose. Needless to say, they didn't have much of a sense of humor. Oh well !! In fact the word was put out that the person responsible "would be hanged". This is when our crew all stuck together and nobody said nuttin. I can still see them doing the "bend and stretch" trying to make themselves a quarter richer.


    Greek Adventure
    from
    John J Federico, Jr.
    After I transitioned to the Ord Corps from ADA (a dark day), my first field assignment was to the 138th Ord Co (Jan 76-Jun 78) in Elefsis, Greece (about 30 miles outside of Athens). The 558th Artillery Group provided command and control for the Ord Co, 4 FA Cannon & Honest John Rocket Detachments in northern Greece, and 4 Nike warhead support teams (A-D) of the 37th AD Det (NH) which were located in and around the Athens area. I ran a crew that supported the Herc teams and 155mm Atomic projectile.

    The teams were typical host nation custodial support operations similar to those is USAREUR. Alpha team was located in Keretaea ; Bravo in Koropi (on a mountain top overlooking Athens), Charlie in Katsimidi, and Delta in the town of Kiffisia, Greece. The Greek fire units were manned by the Hellenic Air Force. The Air Force backed the wrong bunch of Colonels during a coup attempt and the gov't that remained in power never forgot that, so the AF had turned into a rag-tag bunch, whose airmen and equip reflected no command interest and minimal financial support. Their launching area equip was in a sorry state of readiness. If I remember right, each site had three sections in an aboveground configuration. (When I served in Nike at Delta 2-44th Arty in Korea, we had a mobile configuration and I think that was the Greek setup too) The missiles were stored in barns (2 sections were all HE heads and 1was a HE/l Nuke mix or was at one time!).

    I felt sorry for the US missile men that had to serve on those sites. The 24U folks never got to do any of what they were trained to do and the 16B folks pulled many hours of guard duty. No nukes were mated to Greek missiles when I arrived there for duty. It seems that during the war with Turkey, the Greek battery commanders thought the Turks were going to attack, so they wanted the US LTs running those custodial teams to hand over the nukes! Fortunately, the Greek HE missiles were closest to the barn doors, so the Americans rolled out the HE rounds, quickly locked the barn doors and got really close to blowing the Greek missiles with US warheads attached in place before things cooled down. At first chance the nukes were taken off status, demated and canned up. This all happened in the mid to late Sixties. I did DS/GS warhead maint on them during my tour in Ord and during a tour at HQ USAREUR, I did the logistics planning to remove those heads from Greece during the early part of 1990.

    So that's my story and I'm stick' in to it!


    Alaska Stories
    While checking opinions and memories about some Alaska events, the following stories came up.
    Bill Momsen wrote:
    After basic training and electronics at Ft. Monmouth, I was sent to Redstone for Internal Guidance Repair (Nike) MOS 254.1 (although I worked in Launcher Control - does anyone work in their MOS?) and posted to Alameda California, December 1957. There we serviced AJAX. We (197th Ord Det, NIKE) were based in OAT (Oakland Army Terminal) actually in a small corner of the Alameda Air Station. ...

    I was there in until December 1958, when I was sent to Anchorage, Alaska (December in California to December in Alaska!) to install the Hercules (194th Ord Det). It was quite interesting, since all the cables were cut to fit underground sites in the US. Because of the permafrost, the missiles had to be housed in above-surface buildings and rolled out on carriages rather than going up by elevator. Of course, none of the cables fit ...

    Foy, Robert wrote:
    We did have live fire ASP in Alaska. The batteries that belonged to the 2d Bn 562d Arty fired out of Bravo Btry which was out in the boondocks behind Eileson AFB. Alpha Btry's IFC and Admin Area looked down from Moose Creek Bluff at Eileson's runway just off the Richardson Highway.

    ... We did fire from "Bravo" Btry. Our unit fired a surface to surface HE round from there. Unfortunately, the section crew only put four screws on the HPU hatch the morning of the firing and when the round was fired, the hatch came off and the round would not take any dive commands. I remember the ASP board that was maintained at "Bravo". It wasn't long before they put up a Herc diving on an outhouse to signify "Alpha's" moonball shot.

    KEITH SIMS wrote:
    Ed, We were at ASP in March-April of 1979 and were celebrating at the conclusion, when the Bn Cmdr announced that we had received our closing orders. It was at this time that Key West also was notified, but I don't know what the exact dates were for the closing.


    StateSide life in 1967
    Bill Evans wrote:

    ... I was skimming thru the other entries, and here are some thoughts about life at the IFC of W92 (A-4-1) in 1967:

    • Barracks: Once I got a car, I lived off-post for some months. Those of us who did, still had to maintain an 'area' ie a bunk, lockers, etc in the barracks, and had to be there each morning for the sweep, damp-mop, and buffer exercise. I enjoyed running the buffer: 'It's all in the wrist.' Of course, since we had to keep up an area in the barracks, during 'hot battery' us off-post guys would have a bunk all ready to go.

      The barracks was a long, low (one-story) building, with a large open area for bunks (double). There were a couple of rooms for the senior E5's, and an attached BOQ for the E6/E7's. I think all the officers lived off-post. The barracks/BOQ is still there, pretty much intact.

    • Guard duty: We had MPs most of the time, but for a while we had to pull guard duty ourselves. That meant we had to go over to Ft. Meade to qualify with the (as I recall) M1 carbine (or M2?) and the .45 pistol. I distinctly recall firing the carbine on full automatic, and with tracer rounds, setting the target on fire. We stood guard duty with live ammo (IFC).

      There was also a commo watch in the BC van, and a fire watch in the HIPAR building. One time on commo I had to hit the red button that sounded a horn in the barracks; we had to come up in status, in the middle of the night. I also remember the message-authentication procedure.

    • KP: We did our own KP. Names would be posted on the bulletin board (which we were responsible for reading, twice a day). There were 3 jobs: DRO (dining room orderly); dishes; pots & pans. The jobs were assigned based on the choices of who got there first. I lived off-post, and had to get up _real_ early in the morning to drive some 30 miles to get to the mess hall first, compared to someone in the barracks, who would just have to walk a few feet. The cook lived in the BOQ.

      I picked DRO till I realized that was actually a whole lot of work: put up all the chairs, do the sweep-mop-buff thing, etc. Then I started choosing dishes, where you worked real hard toward the end of the meals, but the rest of the day wasn't so bad. Pot & pans was by far the worst. One guy just threw a bunch of filthy-dirty, burned pans into the dumpster. They were found by one of the officers. Not good.

    • Mess hall: Everyone was of course there for lunch (many would leave in the evening, and not everyone went to breakfast). Being up on the hill in the IFC area, we could see the bus from the launcher area coming up Muddy Branch Road, which at the time was a one-lane dirt road; we could see the dust. So we'd all hustle down the hill to the mess hall before the bus got there, to get in line before the launcher guys.

      Sometimes the food was so bad, I'd eat several of those little boxes of Frosted Flakes. From time to time they had great rolls, though. For breakfast you could get eggs fixed however you liked them. Sometimes to this day I'll get a whiff of a greasy breakfast cooking somewhere, and it takes me right back to W92.

    • Striking the colors: I think that was the name of the ritual, in the evening when the flag was lowered. There was a scratchy record of the national anthem. When you heard the scratches, everyone would run to get 'under cover' ie in a doorway, so that you wouldn't have to stand at attention and salute outside while the flag was lowered. As I recall, even if you were in your car, you had to stop, get out, and salute. Today they could use a CD, and so there wouldn't be any scratchy sound to use as a cue.

    • PX: We had a little room at the back of the admin building in the IFC, that was the 'PX.' From time to time, notably at the end of hot-battery week, we'd have a bit of a party. There was even beer, if I remember right. Being a guitar player, when I lived on-post and had my guitar and amp there, I would play, and there would be a lot of general goofiness. In context, it was fun.

    • 'War games': One time we had an exercise where the off-duty IFC guys were taken in the bus to the launcher area, and we spent the night in one of the magazines, ie a 'fallout shelter.' It was crowded, and the spot I got was directly under the warhead of a Herc.

      Another time, I was doing EWPB/commo during a nighttime exercise, and had headphones on, but I could hear a low sound outside, getting louder. It was a chopper, and all of a sudden someone was shouting 'Gas! Gas!' We all know what that means- masks on. I can't remember if they actually dropped some gas.

    Bill Evans evans@cmr.gov


    G.I. Soap

    I (Ed Thelen) was exchanging e-mail with JP Moore about Red Canyon. Quoting from one of his messages:

    "Our ships have passed in the night. Feb 55 I was one of two GI's who kept the mess-kit wash facility operating! After eating in the mess hall, you exited to MY PLACE, where I had lye soap laced water boiling in GI cans in which you washed your kit. One soapy barrel and two clear rinses. The other guy and I alternated, 24 on, 24 off. For five months! ( A highly specialized field, few replacement volunteers.)

    I never received any formal Nike training. All OJT, much of it from civilian tech-reps. Yet, I believe I could walk into an Ajax site today and operate the system. Same way with the Bomb/Nav system on B-47 bombers. Some things you enjoy so much that they are never forgotten."

    I had completely forgotten about those big brown ugly all-purpose evil-smelling bars of "GI Soap". According to very easy to believe folklore, if you did not rinse the soap off well, you would get the "GIs", gastro-intestinal misery involving many sudden trips to the toilet. That soap was definitely not ready for the civilian market!

    A person could easily modify a "Jody Call" to
    GI soap and
    GI gravy
    Gee I wish I'd joined the Navy
    Sound Off, One, Two
    Sound Off, Three, Four
    Sound Off ...


    ?Re-Up or not?
    From Ed Thelen

    Phil Rigney was telling of his dis-jointed military carrier which reminded me of this story on me.

    I was in for 3 years 1954-1957, then mustered out, and then went right back to the site in Jackson Park (63rd & Outer Drive) Chicago and lived there - a civilian, just as though I was still in the army.

    After about a week the battery commander saw me in the mess hall and came over to me and asked if I was thinking of re-enlisting.

    That suggested to me that maybe I should think more seriously about my future.

    I remembered that if you catch a fly in your hands - with out harming it - (I was quicker then) - you could keep it as a pet for a while by the following trick.

    Keep the fly in your 2 cuped hands in the dark for several minutes. Shake your hands sharply several times, I thought that helped dis-orient the fly. Then open your hands - the fly will not fly away for a while - it will walk around but not fly away.

    I thought my military experience was like that - and that I was like the fly. I decided that I did not want to be a fly, so I went back home, got a job, went to college, ...


    Alaska 'Chopper
    From Bob Getman

    Hi Ed, a short tale you may enjoy. Shortly after arriving at Ft. Richardson, outside Anchorage, Alaska, I was assigned to C Battery of the 1st Bn 43rd ADA, The battery was located at Goose Bay on Knik Arm, an inlet adjacent to Anchorage and the Fort. Located across the inlet from the fort, it was pretty much out in the middle of nowhere, and the drive by truck, from the fort,around the Arm, was close to 90 minutes. The battery did, however, have its own gravel airstrip which allowed for travel by air.

    When I was first assigned there in '72 this was accomplished by, "Otter". Single engined DeHavilland prop planes, which made enough noise to deafen you on one flight. The fort had 2 and they made daily flights in the morning and afternoon,transporting personnel who lived at the fort to the battery and back again. I'm not sure how old they were, but I recall that one had a brass plate behind the pilots seat proudly proclaiming its rebuilding by the manufactruer in 1957!

    I couldn't say just when it took place , but sometime later a helicopter unit was assigned to the fort. Gradually, transport was taken over by the Huey's. During the more moderate weather some of the pilots( it was said they were the vets form 'Nam) flew with the doors locked open . A ride from some of these guys could turn into a real adventure. I vividly recall one flight when the pilot decided to chase a moose he'd spotted down on the mud flats. He got right down on the deck and made a half dozen passes,after that galloping old cow! One pass in partifcular, he whipped that chopper up on it's side to follow her and my buddy and I hung suspended, held in the side gunners seats only by the seat belts and straps! From that ride on we always ran for the choppers with the open doors!


    Electrifying Experience
    From Frank Martinez

    December of 1967 at C-Battery (Wheeler, Indiana site, Porter County)

    Our site was snowed in due to the worst storm in twenty years. The site was locked down but still functional. I was working with another IFC Mechanic when we found a problem with the PPI scope. We notified Battalion that we had to drop status for one hour and proceeded to power the BC van down in order to change the scope.

    We pulled the PPI chassis and secured it for the swap. My fellow IFC mechanic reached around to unplug the power cable and immediately started dancing without music. I recognized a pained look on his face and saw that the power cable did not want to let him go. I decided it was not in my best interest to relieve him of the cable. Instead, I rolled the BC's chair forcibly at him and managed to get him disconnected.

    He spun around a few times and kissed the computer cabinet. Now he was face down (All 250 lbs) on the floor, unconscious and barely breathing. I weighed in at 135 lbs. I managed to role him over and proceeded to give him mouth to mouth.

    The frequency converter prevented me from attracting any attention in the IFC area for assistance between breaths. A TTR operator was passing the van entrance and glanced in. He kept walking because he didn't believe what he saw, which was two IFC mechanics kissing. Well after he regained his composure, the idiot called for help.

    A CWO ran in and proceeded to provide cardio resuscitation. The patient now regained steady breathing. We contacted our Medic who was new to NIKE sites and didn't know where the IFC area was. The next problem was how we were going to get him hospitalized.

    No vehicular traffic nor helicopter could move in the storm. We notified the police and they agreed to assist us if we could get him to a major highway. We drove the company commanders station wagon out of the battery area until it stalled then lugged this gorilla two miles by hand on a stretcher. Our boy recovered and was eating a steak dinner at Valparaiso Hospital that night. We had to eat C-Rations because we ran out of food during the storm. The local Reserve Marines came to our rescue with a bulldozer and shoveled the battery area and helipad.

    This PPI scope was now under intense scrutiny. The Battery Commander was trying to figure out who he was going to blame. Further investigation found the PPI scope bleeder resistor open (Thanks to our repair depot). This made the entire PPI scope a slow discharging capacitor of several thousand volts. The gorilla could no longer touch a cable without sweating. I was supposed to be written up for an award (Army Commendation etc.). Since this was very embarrassing to the Repair Depot my award was swept under the carpet, never to be heard of again.

    I walked back to the barracks, brushed my teeth and washed my mouth out for several hours. Later that night in below zero weather I was on the ACQ tower changing a magnetron and wonder what I had done wrong to deserve this kind of treatment. End of Story


    On-The-Job Training
    From Mike Jordan, Major, ADA (Ret), Albuquerque, NM

    As a brand new 2LT, commissioned out of Fort Sill Artillery OCS in January 1968, I went directly to Battery D, 1st Bn, 62d Arty, Grafton, IL (Site SL-90). I did not go to Fort Bliss for any Nike specific training. All of my training was OJT on Site. I was assigned as Launcher Platoon Leader.

    One night that remains very strong in my memory was a night on duty as BCO in April 1968. This was the night that Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was shot in Memphis, TN. We were not the "hot" battery. I got a call about 0200 hours in the morning from the duty officer at 53d Arty Gp (our next higher headquarters) at Scott AFB, IL, wanting to know how many troops we could afford to send down to the St. Louis inner city for riot control duty.

    I was never given an explanation for being sent straight to the site without going to formal schooling at Fort Bliss, but everyone at the site said it was to my advantage to learn how thing were done "in the real world". I was told by the Battery Commander when I arrived that I had 30 days to get BCO qualified or I would move into the BOQ on site until I did. I passed my ORE on the 29th day. I arrived on Site in Feb '68 and went to Bliss for the first time as LCO with the SNAP crew in April.


    'Tracking' with alignment scope

    From Peter Wurzbach C/4/562 (1966-67)

    According to technical information elsewhere on this website, the tracking radars were calibrated mechanically with telescopes and electronically with pulses. One day a guy brought a telescope to me to send in for repair or calibration. I can do that. But being curious I asked what it was for and was told that it was for mechanical alignment of the tracking radars. How? And I was told.

    So I got this bright idea to go out to the TTR the next time we were on hot status, mount the telescope and see whatever.

    Now, when we were on hot status (1966-67) we tracked Air Force B-52s to test our radar tracking skills. We knew there would be 'runs' at us but we never knew when or how often. Runs would start after dinner and end before breakfast. I think the record was 23 runs one night. That drove one of our ACK operator nuts. But he was good at it. The B-52s scored us based on our capability to avoid their jamming and lock onto them with either TTR or TRR. This scoring was serious stuff. Missed lock-ons (successful jams) generated hot memos.

    So the next time we were on hot status I mounted the telescope on the TTR and watched. I'm on the TTR platform so I rotated with the antenna. No doubt about it, we were locked onto a B-52, I tracked it on the telescope for 10 minutes as it traversed our area. Fantastic!


    'Visiting' with a purpose
    From
    Ted Willies

    Just for the record, I wasn't exactly "visiting" when I went to other sites. While at Group HQ I was on the Operational Readiness Inspection [ORI] Team, so I got to see all the sites in the SF Defense.

    They were not usually happy to have us stop by, however. It was often late at night and 15 minutes after we cleared the gate, there had better be a missile ready and a target tracked light.

    ...we usually traveled by vehicle (sedan if we were lucky, van if we weren't). Sometimes we could hitch a ride with the old man in his chopper if he was going to visit the site. General Lolli liked to go on the ORI's every so often. He was qualified as a BCO and had fired missiles at the range.


    Hoover the computer
    From
    Holger

    little story. When I arrived at our missile site right after basic training I thought Wow high tech until they told me to Hoover the computer. Thought they were teasing me. Then I saw the tubes.....


    Password
    From
    Peter Vaneynde

    My late father was the commander of one of the Belgian Nike sites in Germany. Aah, the German sausage, the English bread, the Belgian food, the American barbecues... bliss.

    I know my father was trained at El Paso, and that the test firings where in Crete (Souda bay).

    I also have heard a lot of amusing stories. Like one day my mother gets dozens of phone calls of personnel that only asked one question : "What's your name again?". Guess what the password for the day was?

    The day the US bombed Libya security was at an all time high. I knew something was up when the gate was closed, the barbed wire was extended, the concrete gate was closed and a lot of security people walked around with guns at the ready... And I just wanted to go see the movie that evening :-).


    Air Mobile Nike & Germany wasn't all fun and drinking
    From Dennis T. Morgan

    I brief, I attended one of the very last Army AIT's for 24Q20(Nike- Hercules Fire Control Technician) matter of fact they were considering sending our class to Fort Benning, GA to jump school. Some idiot got the idea to make a Nike Sys. air mobile. They pushed one out of the back of a C-130 over White Sands. Needless to say vacuum tubes don't take kindly to being bounced off the desert floor, chute or no chute. Ended up send the whole system back to Letterkenny Army Depot for rebuild. Incidentally, Letterkenny (of Nike, Hawk, and Patriot Missile fame) is located in the town of Chambersburg, PA. I happen to be from Chambersburg, PA.

    I graduated after 40 some weeks of AIT and was sent to Dexheim, Germany. There the concept of 24 hours on duty 24 off introduced me to military mathematics 'cause 24 off sure equated to a couple of beers a few hours of sleep and back to the IFC area. I was stationed there during the Iranian hostage crises and the trash can bombing in Munchen during Octoberfest, Polish MIG Fighter Pilot defection (there's a joke to that, something about suck starting a jet engine) and not to mention the Red Army Faction and other terrorist group activities in the area at the time. Point is we stayed hot pretty regular. We'd come down in status to perform scheduled maintenance and the age old adage, (I had always thought it was introduced in the original M33/Ajax Tech Manual) "If ain't broke don't fix it" came into play. Due to these occurrences I received a massive amount of OJT. For an example...you have an ORE (Operation Readiness Evaluation) Team walk up to your gate and announce "Blazing Skies Simulate Case 3" You're looking at either firing a surface to surface round in less than 20 minutes or being called out of action which means every other battery moves up a status notch. Even the battery with the waveguide torn apart in their TRR from replacing ferrite switches. So you learn your systems quirks and capabilities, and how to pass an ORE. Sometimes you had to cheat a little but the idea there was not to get caught and lord help you if you did. I was never told nor did I ever hear of what the punishment was for get nailed falsifying and tactical evaluation. I never wanted to know but I seriously doubt it would have been a pat on the back for being creative.

    Moving right along, I left Deutchland to come back to the world. Big mistake. In Germany you were rated by job performance, back in the states I had to be reacquainted to regular haircuts, a high gloss shine on my jump boots, and biting my tongue when I saw an NCO screw up. I guess I was elite, refined, and combat capable were as the most of the other troops at McGregor Range/White Sands had no idea what it was like to live eat and sleep in an RC Van the high frequency pitch of syncro resolvers humming you to sleep as you lean back against the Radar Set Group and prop your feet up on the black Formica topped board used to rest you're hands on after they get to feeling as thought they weigh a ton from the constant and steady cranking of the handwheel drives. Pretty poetic huh? I finished my tour even followed the process of re-up. Took the Army flight physical (I wanted to go to Warrant Officer school and fly helicopters). But, job offers convinced me to go to the private sector.

    I got back to Chambersburg, figured on drawing unemployment and doing some hunting and fishing for a few months before jumping into a job, that didn't work out. Seems Ronald Regan came up with an Omnibus Budget Act stating that if you got out of the military on your own accord you were not eligible for unemployment. After a high toned conversation with the supervisor at the unemployment office it was clear that since I was not dishonorably discharged and was not barred from reenlistment I couldn't draw. The VA Rep. heard of conversation (and my opinion of the whole concept) and came over to somewhat calm me down. He had a job opening at Letterkenny with a private contractor but the guy was looking for someone with 10 years Nike experience. He asked me how well I could bull**** and after I explained that I was an honest upstanding young man and that the truth was my forte I believe he'd of hired me on the spot. Two hours later I was sitting in the home/office of a Mr. Alfred Cyril Toll Jr. We talked Nike talk and he hired me that day I was to start the next day 13 November 1981 a Friday at that.

    RAD Consultant Services Inc. was a dream job. Owned by Al Toll we contracted directly with the government. What occurred was that Al had retired from the military at Letterkenny. His retirement coincided with the Army's phasing out and salvage of Nike assets. Al pick up damn near every asset that Letterkenny had. We in turn re-engineered the Receiver/ Transmitter somewhat state of the arting following the guide line that the Norwegians, Germans, and Japanese had set. Of course we were able to freelance and I virtually rewrote the Theory Manual. We would install these systems, mostly for the Navy, and instruct a course on the operation and theory of. This kept me traveling quite a bit. EW Ranges and Naval Air Stations such as Fallon, Widby Island, Pincastle, China Lake, Pacino- Sicily, and Roosevelt Roads-Peurto Rico became like second homes. We would engineer from the field and R&D as we went along.


    Nike as Bomb Scoring
    From David and/or Minnie Hawkins

    I was a BC van operator in the Boston/Providence defense sector. First at Rehoboth, Mass. then at Bristol, R.I. The first was an Ajax site and the second was an Hercules; the improved Hercules site. I was in Nikes for 3 years.

    A few years ago I was at the Fallon, NV Naval Aviator training site and went to the range on a day off. They were using an IFC site setup to score bombing runs and things. They had an RC van with all three radars and they worked great. This was more than twenty years after I had left the Army. You may still be able to go there.


    Non-technical Support operations
    From wurzbach

    Keep in mind that I was a support person in the capacity of supply specialist. At our site support personnel usually bunked in the IFC barracks. So I naturally migrated towards IFC personnel and felt attached to them. Perhaps the real action was in the missile pits and I missed it. I don't know. On the few occasions when I visited the launcher area I did not feel unwelcome. This was in 1966-67. We did have our rivalry, though: scope dopes Vs pit rats. My closest contact was with an SP5 who worked in the warhead building.

    Story # 1
    I arrived at Battery C, 4th Battalion, 562nd Artillery on March 24, 1966. I was an SP4 supply specialist and armorer by MOS 76K30. My duty assignment was as 'duty driver' instead of guard duty or KP and I pulled this duty about one week every month. The best and most interesting duty was when our battery was on 'hot' status.

    As duty driver, I was available from dinner to breakfast to drive anyone anywhere on official business. I also manned the telephone switchboard, which was a manual unit, during my shift.

    One of my jobs as duty driver was to strike the U.S. Flag every evening and raise it again the following morning. Flag raising formally required a ceremony performed around sunrise. But in reality, troops and officers arriving on-post came in after sunrise and were more interested in breakfast and coffee than a flag raising ceremony.

    Texas in 1966 did not observe daylight savings time. During the summer months the sky lightened around 4:15 to 4:45 am. There's no one around at that hour so what I did was to go out to the flagpole when the sky began to lighten and raise the flag. No one ever knew that a flag raising ceremony was never held. No bugles, either. No reveille, no taps.

    Later on in the year when sunrise came later in the day I just went out and raised the flag in the dark before any officers or men began arriving on post for the day. No one ever knew what they missed.

    Story # 2
    At C/4/562 in Alvarado, Texas we depended on many other facilities for support. Our mess hall drew rations from the Carswell Air Force Base commissary in Fort Worth. Our site PX also 'bought' stuff from Carswell's Base Exchange. I was an employee of the Army & Air Force Exchange Service running our site exchange. Medical hospitalization was provided by Fort Wolters in Mineral Wells, TX which also was the location of our Battery D. Military driver's licenses were issued at Fort Wolters and service exit medical exams were performed there. I once had to drive to Fort Hood to exchange some missile igniters. When we needed to send excess or expended items to a salvage facility, I took them to the Dallas Naval Air Station.

    On one such trip, I took a load of worn out lawn mowers to DNAS. But the clerk wasn't up to his challenge that day and I got him to sign off on having received this junk and then I took it all back to my battery. I don't remember what we then did with it. Maybe we donated it, I don't know.

    By 1966 we did not have weekend passes. In fact, Nike service was treated as a 9-5 job Monday to Friday with weekends off. Except when we were on 'hot' status. We could go anywhere, do anything, as long as we didn't get arrested. One guy did, for rape. I had to attend his trial in Dallas as a military observer. In uniform I couldn't sink low enough on the church type bench to escape the prosecutor's attack on the Army person who was on trial. He was in uniform. I was in uniform. It was a sad event. He got 30 years. He's probably out now. Don't know where he is. He was a cook and made damn good coffee for us. That's all I can remember about that incident.


    Saw First Herc at White Sands
    From B.R. Blaydes

    I don't know where you served but the unit I served with both sections got along very well. I trained at White Sands and TAS at Bliss and then Edgewood we went on permanent site at Jacobsonville every where I served the men all got along very well . I also served from Feb 1955 to Feb 1957 and we fired all of our shots from Mcgregor Range the R-cats were launched from Oscura range camp

    When I was first assigned I did a short stint at white sands and had the chance to see the first Hercules fired at the proving grounds I then went back to Bliss with the 602nd AAA for more training and then back to Mcgregor to fire the equipment .About the time our training was complete we were to go to Chicago and I was happy about that because it would put me about 3 hours drive from home , well as luck would have it at the last minute orders were changed and the 602nd was assigned temp at the Edgewood arsenal on the south edge of Aberdeen Proving grounds

    We stayed there until the permanent site was completed. We were then realigned and my unit became "C" btry 36 AAA missile Btn.Headquartered at Fort Meade, The site I was located at was at Jacobsonville ,Pasadena MD located on the Chesapeake about 10 miles north of Annapolis. I find it very unusual that you were not permitted in the fire control area as it were with our unit there were times when I came to the fire control area and worked as a ttr operator, acq operator or missile tracking operator, the only area that was left totally to certain personnel was the fuel and assembly and Rf Check and war head installation as you have probably noticed I did the fueling and war head installation but all of us who trained at Bliss who came with the original package worked where ever we were needed. The shoulder patch I wore was similar to the one on you page but it was one missile in the center with an A on either side of it. I do have several pictures of the launcher area.


    The Sky is Falling
    from Paul

    Hi Ed, I thought that I might fill you in on my Nike experience of 1958.

    My mom and I were visiting my aunt and my cousin Nancy on the fateful day. After lunch Nancy and I were out playing and wandered off to the radar installation which was through two neighbor's yards and then a bit into the woods. Just as we got there we heard the explosions and started running home, sure that we were under attack. As we ran, I heard things falling through the trees. We went into my aunt's cellar and waited for about an hour, before going upstairs to listen to the radio and turn on the TV. We noticed that all of the drinking glasses in the sink had their bottoms broken out but there did not seem to be any other damage.

    Outside the Army was closing the roads and going door to door to make sure everyone was all right. A large piece of one of the exploded missiles landed on my Aunt's property, down near the Earle military road. We were never able to find out what it was.

    Interestingly, only a week or so before the explosions, my father had taken me to the Middletown base for an armed Forces Day Open House. Everything was on display, hot dogs, popcorn.

    I haven't got started on newspaper research, since I live in Oregon now, but hopefully the net will help. Hope that this little diatribe isn't too long.

    Paul


    Moon Shot from Alaska
    From Bill J. Proffitt

    I saw the comment on the webs site about the Anchorage sites. Thank you. I really don't know too much more except the nuke Nikes were kept at site A next to the Anchorage Intl. Airport.

    Lots of barbed wire, razor wire and cyclone fences. The first sign you encounter is-If you are not on official business-turn back deadly force will be encountered. Consequently I had to reason to be there and did not go past the first gate.

    Site B on the mountain top and Site C at Goose Bay had only the HE heads. The mountain site was spectacular. Then engineers cut off the top of a mountain in the Chugach range, and bored a base in it. It seemed kind of funny though that you could see the whole base from the top chairlift of the Arctic Valley Ski Slope (commercial side). They did a test fire once per year and everyone at Ft. Richardson would gather to watch the fire come from the mountain.

    One of the missiles did have a problem and went straight up and then straight down into the Moose Run Golf course at the base of the mountain. Scared the hell out of some duffers on the driving range!!. I never understood, except for security reasons, why they kept the nukes literally in town next to an airport and the HE stuff out of town. If god forbid, something had went wrong with one of the nukes, I would have thought it safer to have one go off way on top of a mountain range or across the large inlet from the major population area of Alaska. An airliner crash possibly could have contaminated the area. I realize the safeguards on our weapons are supposed to be top notch, but when a 707 crashes, it does lots of damage. Anything else I can do for you, please drop me a line. Thank you for adding and maintaining this essential part of our history.

    Bill P.


    "Roll #@%@ $%@ Roll!"
    From John Morgan http://cs.colostate.edu/~morganj

    I was a Nike Hercules fire controlman when I was in the service. (NATO Germany). Thanks for collecting the information.

    "They drew a line and the Herc made sure they never crossed it."

    (Quote from web page") "Remember, this missile goes off like a bottle rocket..."
    More like a bullet. Boom....gone. I was on an ASP crew. I was scored for the drill so I got to see that beast disappear. I was impressed... Manned space shots have to go slow else their eyeballs would drain through their ears.

    The moonshots you mention were a bit of concern. When the Herc was launched I was standing under a concrete cover with the WO4. A few seconds after launch we were staring straight up and Chief yells "Roll #@%@ $%@ Roll!"

    Just like everything else around those sites the Chief ordered a roll and the missile put its nose down range.

    ---------- Life on the site remembered --------
    I think it's evident who were the real manly men of the Nike sites. It seems every month some group of terrorists just ran over all the MP's and pit rats and took over a barn. In my two years on site, 30 drunk radar tech's and operators never failed to retake the barns so quickly that our beer got warm.

    I've noticed a forgotten group of people. The MP's that manned the towers and defended the space between the fences were indeed a part of the life of the site. They had the worst job of all. They used to have dogs to help them patrol the fence lines, but the dogs were always getting lost. When the Army decided to quit replacing them the MP's had no choice but to give up the monthly barbeques.


    Juarez - South of the Border
    from
    Ed Thelen
    I received some junk mail, in German, that had strings like "Dating Web Team" and references what appeared to be Russia.

    I sent it to Don Bender for mutual amusement. Don sent back

    > ...    Are you going to
    > put this down as a link on your site? Or, maybe you
    > could have a link to the "Girls of Juarez" Web site if
    > there is such a thing. It might be more appropriate
    > for the Nike topic! Part of Nike package training??
    
    Well - That aspect of Nike training life is a bit under reported.

    Juarez, Mexico was just across the bridge from El Paso, Texas, where The Artillery School at Ft. Bliss was situated. El Paso was a bit stuffy - most of the locals and soldiers seemed to go across the border for bull fights, liquor shopping, ... There were good cheap resturants with outstanding Mexican music. Older folks might remember the popular album by herb Alpert "Tijuana Brass" - similar quality. There were other recreations.

    Part to the recreation available was a street of brothels "Pig Alley", reportedly owned by the chief of police. A drunken soldier was safer there than most places in the world.
    The booze was slightly cheaper in the establishments in Pig Alley than the usual bars, and you could talk and joke there - may I say like a British pub? And there were girls hanging about there.
    We had a guy in our barracks, not in our training package, who wanted to marry one of the "working girls". He was really upset when she ran-off-with/married? a truck driver.
    Another guy in our barracks had a "working girl" as his girl friend. He would visit with her in her place of employment, bar on ground floor, bed rooms above. If someone else got interested in her, off she would go upstairs with the paying customer.
    Our guy had trouble keeping money from month to month - so he just gave her his pay check and she kept the accounts. When he needed some of his money, he got some more from his girl friend. That way he had money during the last two weeks of the month.
    When he was going to be shipped out, she presented him with what he said were accurate records, and also about two months of his accumulated pay. Even at that time the arrangement seemed more honest than the average American marriage.
    Ah - stories - where to stop?
    There was a serious guy in our class who showed up at school one Monday morning and would not take his hat off - not even when suggested by the civilian instructor. One of his friends grabbed his hat. The head was freshly shaved bald, and tattooed across the top of the skull was something like "I Love Suzie". Apparently this serious guy had been led far astray by his rowdy friends. The guy said that he remembered nothing.
    One establishment seemed populated by Texas Western co-eds (local El Paso college). Many shunned the place - too close to home? - maybe reminded us of previous girl troubles? the girls seemed loud, brazen, unfriendly? who knows?
    Life in the military student barracks was - er - confining. No privacy, even the toilets were exposed to public view. Wiping your butt in plain view of 5 other people doing the same is not the togetherness I wish for. All your stuff had to fit into a footlocker and tiny vertical locker, daily area inspection - place had to be neat and all beds made. Walking to the mess hall several hundred yards away with its limited open hours was not fun. ... We envied married students who could live "off-post" in rental housing. Three of us decided to try to rent a house - in cheap Juarez (our take home pay was $72/month). So as we strolled about a residential section of Juarez we started asking about renting a house - casa. (That was just about our limit of Spanish). So we three gringos wound up in a little residential store using our extremely limited Spanish and waved our arms to help fill in the language gaps, Suddenly the young lady cashier turned very embarrassed and called for her husband. His knowledge of English was slightly (I think) greater than our Spanish. "AH - I know" and waving arms and fingers, he directed us three block this way and a block that way. We arrived at a much more classy "cat house" than found in "pig alley". Not the kind of rental house we had in mind! We were very out of place.
    I always felt sorry that we had embarrassed the lady cashier - We really didn't think we were "Ugly Americans".
    It turned out that the Army was way ahead of us - enlisted students had to be *married* to live off post. :-((
    For many years there after, I could claim to have been in more whorehouses than hotels. Little experience with either, but the basic fact was correct ;-))


    
    While at Ft. Bliss, I bought a car, (with my $72/month Army pay)
           $25 down and $25 when the paperwork arrived from his sister. (never did)
    Car smoked a lot - needed a ring job - at least -
           I worked on that car, at night, in the parking lot - for a week.
                crawling around on the cold tar, no jacks
                putting  in new rings and main bearings -
                My first (and last !!! ) engine job !!!
           Unfortunately the pistons had been damaged by all the blow-by
                and I knew the new rings would soon fail.
           Sold car to friend who had helped for $50 - (no papers)
                friend wanted to sell car in Mexico, "had connections" .
           Well, no paperwork triggers his arrest in Mexico -
                his "connections" got lost - he went to jail -
           His mother (in Wisconsin) got him out in 2 weeks.
                He never told us a thing about his jail time !!!
                   We assumed it was worse than being mugged.
    


    
    My game in Juarez was to come home with a
         quart of that lovely Bacardi dark rum, $1.25 each,  each time.
              - one quart was the US Customs limit for free -
         Great stuff !!
    
         When I left Ft. Bliss, I had like 40 quarts in my trunk
              thought I was set for life  :-))
         Along about Oklahoma, I starting smelling this wonderful smell,
               great, what happy memories - but it was too good -
         I stopped, and opened the trunk,
               it was swimming, overflowing in rum -
         Somehow many of the horizontally stacked bottles
               - had opened - and mostly emptied -
     
         Story over, everyone cry with me :-((       ;-))
    

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