After graduating ET school at Governors Island I had made my choices on the “dream sheet” of where I would like to be assigned. Looking back it seems quaint that a branch of the military would actually give you a choice. They basically owned me, they could have sent me anywhere they thought I was needed. But there happened to be an open slot at Loran station Spruce Cape . I had always wanted to see Alaska as my Father served there back in WW2.
Kodiak was my first choice, and I got it.
I had never flown before in my life. Now I was going to fly 5 time Zones. Leaving home and going to far away places all on the governments dime.
Nothing really prepares you for that first flight. That first take off. You have a slight knot in your belly. Flying is the safest way to travel they say. Statistically correct, the odds are overwhelmingly in your favor, but it’s a lottery where winning is very, very bad. I flew out of Lebanon N.H. to Boston, from Boston to Chicago to Seattle-Tacoma airport arriving in the late evening. Bunked at the USO located at the airport for a 6:00am flight to Kodiak.
The plane was a Boeing 707. The seating capacity was approx. 150. There couldn’t have been more then thirty people on the plane. The plane had a full crew compliment which meant that the stewardesses (they were still called that at the time, mini-skirt uniforms too.) had more time to give us more individual attention. One of them came by and asked if I would like some champagne. I said no at first until she told me that it was “free”, compliments of the airline. Well OK! Nothing like a cup a champagne at 6:30am to calm the nerves for a four hour flight over the pacific ocean. I set my empty cup on the tray expecting her to come and take it but no, “would you like more Sir?” Apparently this was the Champagne flight, and for the entire trip my cup was never empty. The golden age of air travel. Needless to say I was quite “corned” by the time we landed. Oh well, so much for first impressions. The first class ET was a little annoyed with me but I explained that it was because of my nervousness of flying that I overindulged. That was my story and I stuck with it.
This of course is not MY arrival. Making video’s was a lot more involved in 1972.