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The following song was sung (to the tune of “Here We Go Into the Wild Blue Yonder”) by the Mather troops at the beer busts at the Combined Systems during the warm California evenings in 1964-1965.
Here we go
Out to the big SAC flightline
Driving fast
On our Clark tugs!
Here we are
Out at the gleaming aircraft
Happy smiles
On our bright mugs!
Happily
Uploading Hound Dog missiles
Merrily
Load 'em back down!
We load
Unload
Reload
And store!
And nuthin' can stop the GAM troops now!
('cept the women!)
Nuthin' can stop the GAM troops now!!!!!!
Contributed by Dennis C. Schneider
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We cared for her and babied her
And kept her “in the pink”,
But now our noble Hound Dog
Has thus become extinct.
We shined her up when she was new
Our little baby dear,
And watched her still, stay just the same
From year to year to year.
We know her every nut and bolt
Her panels and her wings,
From probe to tail, from in to out
Yes, we know all those things.
When guidance didn’t go just right
We’d run her through again,
And check her out, though day or night
We thought it’d never end.
Check for leaks and check for squeaks
And check for pressure, too.
Make sure her gyro’s set just right
Then calibrate anew.
We watched the numbers dashing by
Our eyes glued to the console,
Flipped the switch, and watched the light
But still we got a “no-go.”
Sometimes she’s up, sometimes she’s down
Sometimes ‘twas just our eyes,
But when she kept us working late
Then her, we did despise.
We’d face her morning, noon and night
In rain or shine or snow,
From coast to coast, and north to south
Where she was, we did go.
Though she was good, and she was kind
She did not keep the pace,
So now we lay her down to rest
For she has been replaced
Good-by, Hound Dog, we wish you well
Our thoughts of you won’t die,
We’ve put you out to pasture
In that hangar in the sky.
©1975 Chris Bare,
Wife of David Bare, MSgt. Ret. USAF
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