I knew that going back to Myrtle Beach AFB would be interesting. I heard about Market Commons, but I wasn't quite prepared for the total displacement smack I received when I came back there for CREATESouth yesterday.
I was stationed there from 1987-1991, and had you dropped me in some parts of the former base, I would not have known where I was. After the conference, we high-tailed it out of there.
On the way back to Charleston, Patrick and I came back, and took it in.
Wow! It's so well mannered and upscale now. Obliterated are any traces of broke Airmen shuffling for the chow hall, NCO club, or dingy dorms.
Actually, not all traces...
Around the perimeter of the base, especially around the flight line, many of the squadron buildings still stand as well as base supply, but I'm sure those will be gone in time.
I'm glad to see the area thriving, but I'll always miss my stay there.
Entering from the front gate (Business 17 side), I was also glad to see a nod to the past.
The F100D Super Sabre. This plane used to be in front of the Commander's office. I used to cut grass there, and nearly ran over the commander one day because I was learning to operate a riding lawnmower and didn't know how to stop very well.
So glad he stepped aside.
The A-10 Thunderbolt. A pilot gave me a "Ugly but Hung" t shirt, which caused some whispering. Wish I still had it.
Capt. Steve Phillis lost his life in Desert Storm. I'm pleased to see that he is remembered here.
As I rounded the park, I felt a little emotional. I'm very proud of my time in the US Air Force, and it's a major influence in my life.
No matter whatever develops, it will always be Myrtle Beach Air Force Bace and a former home to me.