Hello, and a good afternoon or morning for whether you are!
Hey! we landed in Chile and as the saying goes three up and three down, no scratches or dents to the planes. hehe. Now, fuel might be a problem, but I understood a fuel truck should show up!
My fuel problems start right after we left, we will let it go at that. We were flying in the area where a heavy German influence was present. Most were from Germany and I believe most were of the Nazi upper power brokers. Had a weird experience at Baruloche with the local fueling crews, I guess when they saw the stars on the C-119 some old memories' popped up with the stories of the WWII from the older folks and it seems old incidents of old are still in coded into the life of the old folks who still holed grudges against the Allies. But, as far as I am concerned that's a dead issue.
Hehe, anyway I got my fuel and the fueling folks became more agreeable, mainly our Old Dudley, who spoke German who must have been telling good old Yankee jokes. Humor does help in certain situations. Enough of this baloney and get back to friendly flying.
This is just a fictitious story from some ding-dong.
Hope you all noticed that we were able to take a couple of pictures, I ain't going to ask me buddy Dudley where he got the camera and the hard to fined the film.
Hey! we landed in Chile and as the saying goes three up and three down, no scratches or dents to the planes. hehe. Now, fuel might be a problem, but I understood a fuel truck should show up!
My fuel problems start right after we left, we will let it go at that. We were flying in the area where a heavy German influence was present. Most were from Germany and I believe most were of the Nazi upper power brokers. Had a weird experience at Baruloche with the local fueling crews, I guess when they saw the stars on the C-119 some old memories' popped up with the stories of the WWII from the older folks and it seems old incidents of old are still in coded into the life of the old folks who still holed grudges against the Allies. But, as far as I am concerned that's a dead issue.
Hehe, anyway I got my fuel and the fueling folks became more agreeable, mainly our Old Dudley, who spoke German who must have been telling good old Yankee jokes. Humor does help in certain situations. Enough of this baloney and get back to friendly flying.
This is just a fictitious story from some ding-dong.
Hope you all noticed that we were able to take a couple of pictures, I ain't going to ask me buddy Dudley where he got the camera and the hard to fined the film.