Well, the major portion of the book is all done and complete.
I Only need to:
Run the spelling & grammar checker through the chapters.
Maybe add a few more pictures.
Do a read threw or two for proof reading.
Then I’ll mail off my book proposals to a few publishers I selected.
Then it’s a waiting game.
X-112
It was a dark and stormy morning. One of those days when I was wondering if I’d even make it to work because of the icy roads. Germany at times had some awful bad ice storms and we had just suffered a big one. Except for the ice damage the storms usually caused, the sun rays reflecting off the tree limbs and wires covered with a thin sheet of ice was kind of pretty.
Between my home in Munchweiler and Sembach Air Base there was a long hill and the road snaked its way up the hill. The vehicle I had purchased was a German made Ford Tarus with front wheel drive. As I approached the hill I gained some speed and started to climb the hill. My front tires had the weight of the entire engine and transmission on them which provided great amounts of traction on the ice and snow.
As I climbed up the hill I noticed other vehicles stopped and drivers trying to push each other’s vehicles. I had good traction and I kept going around these vehicles as these people looked at me in disbelief. I crested the hill and made my way through the security gate and parked in our lot. I then checked in at the flightline shack.
I’d never been a coffee drinker. I hated its smell. Hot coco was my choice for a warming drink. The line shack had a huge 45 cup electric coffee pot. There was never any hot coco available. During some previous very cold weather one of my fellow sergeants suggested we get a cup of coffee before we headed out to the flightline. I inform him, “I don’t drink coffee, hate it.” He replied, “Your 26 years old, in the military, and don’t drink coffee, I’ve never heard of such a thing.” All I said back was, “Yep.” He then told me, “I’m getting you a cup of coffee with some cream and sugar in it, to sweeten it a bit for you.” He added, “Its damn cold out there and you will enjoy it, trust me.” He handed me the coffee after he added cream and sugar, it was pretty good, and we headed out to complete some maintenance work on an aircraft.
About two weeks had passed and here we were. Duties had us scheduled out early on the aircraft to ready them for flights. It was very cold and some hot coffee was definitely a must before we went outside.
We headed out to our aircraft to warm them up with portable blower heaters call BT400’s. As more people showed up for work they straggled out onto the flightline. Sometimes during the winter storms not everyone made it to work on time for roll call.
For a very cold day, with many arriving late to work, it was all going very well. Aircraft were taking off on time all morning and we were able to make it to lunch on time. On these cold mornings coffee breaks were very nice and our line shack’s 45 cup coffee pot ensured there was always plenty of coffee for everyone.
The afternoon warmed up some and during the afternoon hours the maintenance officer, maintenance superintendent, our flight chief, and a few other supervisors were walking up and down the flightline asking all us maintenance technicians how we were doing and if we needed any help.
I was performing some jet engine maintenance on one of our aircraft when the supervisors started stopping by and asking questions. I told them, “I’m doing just fine and do not need any help, thanks.” The young crew chief assistant also at the aircraft basically told them the same thing as I did. After the group walk away to the next aircraft the crew chief and I looked at each other and I said, “What’s up with them, they are hyper, they never walk around out here, their becoming a pain in the ass.” He smiled and started laughing. I took a break from my jet engine work and walked over to him. I asked, “What is so funny?” He replied, “Can you keep a secret and not tell anyone, promise?” I made the mistake of saying, “Of Course, I promise.”
He started to explain how he purchased some X-112 Appetite Suppressant at a local German Drug Store. I interrupted him and said “You didn’t did ya?” He said, “Yep, and I dumped 4 ounces into the coffee pot a few hours ago.” I then asked him, “Do you know what that crap is?” He responded, “Sure, controls you appetite and helps you loose weight , keeps you off the Large Sarge Program.” I was shocked, and explained to him that it was advertised as a diet aid in helping to loose weight. That it was pharmceutical speed, increases heart rate and the body’s metabolism. That if anyone was pulled in for a random urinalysis drug test it would trigger a positive for drug use. He replied, “But it’s legal, it’s sold right over the counter for weight loss.” I agreed with him but added, “It’s legal for German’s, but not members of the United States Armed Forces!”
I told him, “If anyone in maintenance section that drinks that coffee gets selected for a random drug test in the next week and triggers a positive, I’ll have to report how you spiked the coffee pot with X-112.” I then told him, "If you have any more X-112 you better flush it down the nearest toilet!"
I’m trying to decide if I should add this story to the Sembach Air Base section of my book.
What do you think? I don’t think after almost 30 years they can do anything to me. I did nothing wrong.
X-112 is the best diet stuff made world wide.
And you thought this story was about a new secret aircraft called X-112.......
