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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 life 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 countryside 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
countryside. 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 are 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. |