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Hometown: FARMINGTON, NH Unit at Loring: 27 FIS First day at Loring: I can remember the first day at Loring very clearly. I was driving into the ADC area and off to my right I could see missle containers, which made my heart skip a beat. I associated missle cases with casulties at Tan Son Nhut, Saigon, RVN. My barracks was next to the Army morgue. I was a newlywed and had come back from Detroit through Canada and we lived at 14C Pleasant St, Caribou across from a funeral parlor. My first child, a daughter was born at Loring on 20 Aug, 1968. I had a line # for staff and they offered me Topsham AF station working on T-33's. Most memorable experience: Those brutal snowstorms and fighting the snowdrifts was memorable. I can remember having to get some speed up to get through the drifts. On one occasion I seen the AP's coming after me and they spun out. I didn't stop to see what they wanted. Of course the moose on our trim pad was impressive. I enjoyed taking my wife fishing and hunting. She couldn't do either. I tried to carry her across a brook and she got me laughing and we both got very wet. I can remember getting the day off for snow and heading for NH more than once over 6 hours away. Last Day at Loring: My last day at Loring was 23 Aug 1968 and I believe I picked my wife and baby at the hospital and headed for NH. Needless to say, it was quite hectic and we had a young gray cat that wasn't fond of riding.
What did you do after Loring: Election day 1968, my first chance at voting, I ended up at the hospital with a ruptured appendix and almost died. I went back in the service in 1971 and crosstrained into crypto electronics. Two boys were born in NH and the last was born at March AFB, CA in 1977. I am working on the 9th grandchild. I worked at the Portsmouth Naval Shipyard and had my business. I have been working in local government and was just elected to the NH Legislature last week. I couldn't stand Pres Carter and went to the NH Air Guard in December, 1977. I spent 7 years as a crew chief on tankers with a great unit, and traveling in Europe and Asia. I ended up being a 100% disabled vet after fighting the VA from 1968 to 1996.Its a good thing I was not in the service because I probably wouldn't be writing this. I insisted in not leaving the civilian hospital and was a real jerk. That attitude saved my life! If you agree, people can contact you at (email):jpitre@metrocast.net |
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