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A Salute to Peace
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LIFE
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12 / 1990 |
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Sherry Von Ohlsen
Sherry Von Ohlsen writes from her base in Sparta, New Jersey. |
An adventure, I told myself as I arrived at Willowgrove Air Force Base in Pennsylvania on a cool, airy June morning. I was to join a group of journalists and photographers who would be flown to Pope Air Force Base in North Carolina to attend the International Airlift Rodeo, an annual competition to determine the world's best airlifters. An airlifter, says the military, is someone who participates in or facilitates the movement of cargo or passengers in a plane designed and designated for that purpose.
After a briefing, we were shuttled to the camouflaged Hercules C-130 aircraft. Inside this metal beast, the loadmaster handed me a set of earplugs, shouting, "You'll need them." He pointed to his ears. "Intense noise and vibrations." The four propellers walloped, the engines revved higher, and the loadmaster closed the aft door of the aircraft.
In the middle of the plane, where secondhand commercial airliner passenger seats had been bolted to the floor, I strapped myself in, checking for parachutes between the cables, wires, ladders, and webbed seats. I plugged in the headset I had brought along and listened to the commander, copilot, navigator, flight engineer, and loadmaster run through the preflight checklist, joke, and belch. I understood then why passengers on commercial airlines aren't offered headsets.
As the plane rumbled and accelerated down the runway, I strained to watch the world below blur then fade into smallness. I lifted off my headset, dug out my earplugs. I wanted the ultimate flying experience - vibrations and all. As we ascended, my stomach flopped against my spine, my brain pressed against my skull, and my ears
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