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Trabzon Turkey - TUSLOG Det 3-1
July 1962 – October 1963
We were young patriots whose lives merged at a very special time in the
history of the United States of America. We were asked to serve during
the ‘Cold War’ which was not really a cold war at all. After being
trained in all of the necessary disciplines, we were transferred from
all over the USA and the World to Trabzon, Turkey. The new station was
given the name TUSLOG Det 3-1 which is an acronym for Turkish United
States Logistics Detachment 3-1. We came by ones and twos to this
remote and isolated Air Station which was situated atop ‘Boztepe’
Mountain. Many of us knew absolutely no one else when we arrived. Some
were fortunate enough to know others who came from the same training
class or school back in the States. Although it was a 15 month tour of
duty (457 days) which was designated ‘Remote’ Duty, we were truly
isolated, in that we were completely separated from our country, our
families, our value system, in most cases our religion, our way of live
and from the protection of our government and our justice system. We
were given very little training as to how to deal with or to react to
the environment and society of Trabzon, Turkey.
Each of us lived two lives while at ‘Trab’. We did our ‘Top Secret’
jobs day by day and night by night as USAFSS Airmen. When not on duty,
we tried to be normal young men by passing time at the club, in the
barracks day rooms, or in Trabzon and the surrounding countrysides and
towns of northeastern Turkey. TUSLOG Det 3-1 was located on ‘Boztepe’
Mountain between the Black Sea and the Mountains, about 100 miles or so
from the Soviet, Georgian, and Armenian borders. We were ‘Between the
Devil and the Deep Blue Sea’. The people there were fundamental Muslim
and mostly uneducated. Because their religion restricted relations with
foreigners, we interrelated only sporadically with the local people. We
were very vulnerable to abuse by locals, therefore we usually traveled
together and in numbers of 3, 4, or more when moving about in the towns
and countrysides. Only the very adventuresome, very ignorant, and very
brave airmen traveled the back streets alone. Because we relied heavily
upon each other, most of us aligned with one or a number of ‘buddies’,
in order to survive the ‘Trabzon’ experience. We counted the days until
we could be called short timers. We celebrated each milestone as we
passed the time (457 days).
The 60’s were the most dangerous of times in the history of the World
Community. The two superpowers had amassed great numbers of nuclear
weapons. USAF Strategic Air Command B-52’s were flying high flight
missions all over the world. They were in the air 24 hours a day. Each
one carried 2 nuclear bombs. USN War Ships were cruising every ocean
and at ready to launch Aircraft in retaliation for potential Soviet
attack. The US had Missiles in the US, Turkey and other countries with
nuclear warheads pointed at the USSR while the USSR had missiles with
nuclear warheads pointed at Turkey and Europe. The US had been flying
recon flights over the USSR for many years. A number of these aircraft
were shot down over the USSR and at least one pilot had been captured.
The Soviets were busy installing Missiles of all capabilities in Soviet
controlled Cuba. As this buildup escalated, our intelligence community
advised President John Kennedy that Cuba was installing Soviet built
offensive and nuclear capable missiles. The ‘Cold War’ became very
‘Hot’ in October 1962 when JFK commanded the Naval Blockade of Cuba.
The two Superpowers came face to face with potential nuclear war when
the US Navy started to turn back the Soviet Ships which were delivering
the missiles to Cuba. The Soviet President ‘Blinked’ when he commanded
ships to return home. He then commanded the de-installation of missile
launch sites in Cuba. Most people who remember those days, simply refer
to the period as the ‘Cuban Missile Crisis’. We remember those days as
13 days of destiny, because we were in the crosshairs of Soviet nuclear
missiles, migs, warships, submarines and other weaponry. On November
22, 1963, those who were on the ‘Mountain’, gathered at the radio to
hear that President Kennedy had been assassinated by an ex-Russian
citizen.
The 60’s were the most dangerous of times in the history of the World
Community, and we were pulled together at Trabzon in order to provide
eyes and ears to the Free World. We are proud to have served as we
provided early warning for defense as well as intel for potential
offense. We quietly arrived by ones and twos. We silently lived under
the threat of attack with no visible means of protection and we did it
because we were patriots. We celebrated for days as we readied to
leave. We quietly left the ‘Mountain’ just as we had arrived 457 days
earlier. Most of us returned to the United States to continue our lives
as civilians, while many reenlisted to go on to other assignments in the
silent world of the USAFSS. Because of the ‘Top Secret’ and ‘Delicate’
nature of the information we shared, we very seldom talk to ‘outsiders’
about what we saw, heard and felt, while on ‘Boztepe’ at Trabzon,
Turkey, in TUSLOG Det 3-1.
My name is Bill ‘Smokey’ Stover. I arrived in Trabzon Turkey in July
1962 via THY and departed on THY October 27, 1963. I was Honorably
Discharged at McGuire AFB, New Jersey November 15, 1963. I arrived home
in Phoenix, Arizona late on the evening of November 21, 1963. My mother
woke me late that next morning to tell me that JFK had just been
assassinated in Dallas. I was awaken my first day home from Trabzon,
Turkey, November 22, 1963 to the news that JFK was dead.
I had lived for 15 months in the shadow of the Soviet nuclear threat. I
was very aware of the world situation. I was especially aware of the
struggle against Communism and the absolute threat of Soviet World
Domination. I had made the transition from an 18 year old vagrant to a
22 year old Patriot. During the period from November 22, 1963 to
February 24, 1964, I made the transition from Patriot to an 8 hour a day
job, part time college student, and basic goof off and I did not like
what I was becoming. I decided that I was yet a Patriot and three
months after returning home from Trabzon, Turkey, I reenlisted in the US
Military.
After completing a battery of Tests and a Physical Examination, I was
offered good electronic and computer training by Recruiters of the US
Navy, the US Army, the US Marines and the US Coast Guard. The US Air
Force was angry with me for not re-enlisting in the Air Force and they
did not offer any incentives to re-enlist. Because I evaluated the
Naval Training to be the best offering, I enlisted in the United States
Navy. After a year of training in electronics, radar, computer, radio,
gyro, and crypto, I found myself on the USS Brinkley Bass DD 887, a
Destroyer and Fighting Ship in the Pacific Seventh Fleet of the United
States Navy. After more training in San Diego, CA, the Bass set sail
and in a short time was stationed in the Viet Nam War Zone. After two
cruises, many battles, and wartime incidents, I was Honorably Discharged
from the United States Navy in February
1968.
I retired from California Civil Service in the year 2001. I started a
small company in 2002. I shut the company down at the end of 2005. My
wife and friends have been telling me for many years that I should write
a book about my life. I am finally semi-retired and have committed the
time and energy to producing my life’s story. I started writing a book
which will probably end up being as many as four short stories or one
very long book. The second and third parts to my book, or the second
and third books will cover life in the USAF and USN from 1960 to 1968.
More specifically, life at Trabzon and aboard Brinkley Bass will take
most of the paper of the book. Although the ‘Cold War’ and the Viet Nam
War will be the stories behind ‘the story’, they will not be the focus
of my book. Any information about the ‘Cold War’ will be general
knowledge or de-classified. Individual jobs will not be described
unless specifically named persons request coverage. Names will be used
only when permission has been granted. Information about the Viet Nam
War will be general knowledge which was never classified and most will
come from my own Viet Nam experience. Stories from any and all who were
‘there’ will be used. The stories will be as deep and wide or as
shallow and narrow as collaborators request. If you want to be
recognized, give your name. If you want to protect your past, be
anonymous in your gift of information. Because we were ‘there’
together, we were ‘buddies’ together, we were ‘afraid, brave, proud and
sometimes ‘crazy’ together, we respect each other and will protect each
other in this life against those who may not know about our status as
‘Patriots’, ‘Warriors’, ‘Heros’, Airmen and Sailors. I will use any
and all information which anyone may share with me, be it newspaper
news, magazine stories, letters, pictures, personal stories, documents,
fragments, dated material, and anything which may establish connections
and timelines.
I started research for this series of stories in October 2005. I
launched two web sites to facilitate information and data collection and
gathering. I have communicated with hundreds of people from my past.
Many people have collaborated in this book project. By way of the
internet, I have gleaned the Public Domain for storylines, datelines and
timelines. I will use any and all resources to fill in the gaps of
time. Every item and incident that finds its way into the storyline is
a true event that really happened. The timeline and names is sometimes
vague because most of the events took place 40 plus years ago. I am
very happy that I have the opportunity to put these rich years to
paper. I will not apologize for content or possible errors in dates or
anything else in the timeline or story line. Anyone with contrary
information can and should make that known to me by way of email
addresses provided and if there are subsequent printings, errors will be
corrected.

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