On 30 June, 2008 Kerm Keeley writes:

Hi Mike,

Here's a couple of stories that I tell that may or may not be embellished. My memory staggers once in a while.

 

During this "Police Action" men got shot down and killed just like a real war, so once a week the pilots got together

at the "O" club and toasted our fallen comrades then tossed the glasses in the fireplace. Just as a barrage of glasses

 hit the fire place a Bird Colonel replacement ,Headquarters type, walked in the club. He called the place to attention

and said the next person that breaks a glass gets court-marshaled. A slight hesitation followed by a lonesome glass

came flying at the fire place, it bounced and didn't break, another slight hesitation and every stinking glass in the

place hit the fire place. The Colonel did a quick about face and left the club in a huff. That was the last we heard

of the incident.  I think the Wing Commander explained what was going on.

 

 

Story #2

 

Major Alex Boychuck was in our squadron and checked out replacement pilots in combat. We flew a couple of milk

runs and sweeps to get us familiar with the area, checkpoints etc. So here I am, new guy, scared and puckered,

flying his wing on a sweep on the Yalu River. I'm calling MiG bandits every where and Major Boychuck is saying

no son those  are ours they're not MiGs. After three of four times of me calling out MiGs he said tuck yourself in tight

on my wing and follow me. So the next thing that happens is we descend rapidly to the deck and fly right down the

runway at "Antung" air field where the MiGs are stationed and he says to me, "Those are MiGs Son," and so I really

did see some bandits that day.