The metal detector was a portal into another, smaller waiting area. While staring out the window at the blue buses that would take us to our KC-135, I saw the little Cessna 182 that I fly with the March Aero Club taxi by. The wistfulness that I momentarily felt was replaced by excitement, after I remembered what I was here for.
After two and a half hours of waiting, we climbed aboard the buses, which took us to the North end of the field, where the KC-135's are parked.
Once we were stopped in front of our 50+ year-old aircraft, the boom-operator/load master came aboard the bus in order to give us our safety briefing. It was hard to pay attention, as I could see the stair-truck easing up to the airplane through the darkened windows of the bus.
Briefing completed, we were ushered off the bus and toward the air-stairs.
To be continued....
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