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Welcome Marine Veterans Of VMFP-3
By Marc "Devil Dog Of The Web" Iseli / Updated Dec. 2025
A few days before the Fourth of July, 1982,
I was parked in the barracks, staring at
four days of liberty and no clue what to
do with myself. The base Flight Jacket said
the Space Shuttle was scheduled to land at
Edwards AFB on the Fourth. My roommate, Ken
Franco, was game for anything that didn't
involve cleaning the head, so I pitched the
idea. We were young, dumb, and you can fill
in the rest. I figured Edwards was just a
quick hop up the road. How hard could it
be? We grabbed a couple of blankets to rig
up a field tent, I snagged some peaches for
chow, and we loaded up my Triumph TR7. Next
morning, we rolled out, ready to bivouac
somewhere in the desert and catch the show.
Apparently, 'just up the street' in California
means pack a lunch and bring extra fuel,
because two hours later we were still chasing
signs down a one-lane goat trail into the
Mojave. The place looked like a Road Warrior
casting call-lines spray-painted on the dirt,
a convoy of weirdos in RVs, and us, improvising
a tent out of two blankets like a bunch of boot privates on their first
field op. As we tried to rack out, the only
lullaby was the endless rumble of engines
as more lost souls rolled in, probably wondering
if they'd ever see civilization again.
We woke at zero-dark-thirty, only to find
ourselves surrounded by a sea of cars as
far as the eye could see. The air was thick
with the smell of bacon and eggs from everyone
else's tailgate breakfast, while we got to
enjoy my gourmet stash of peaches and whatever
water hadn't boiled off from the heat in
the trunk. We shuffled up to the front of
the crowd, dodging news crews who were more interested in catching a glimpse
of the crowd than our sorry faces. Apparently,
this was a big deal-President Reagan himself
was on deck to shake hands with the astronauts.
Columbia was about to make her first runway
landing, and the brass wanted the world to
see it. Final test flight, all eyes on the
prize.
They said the Shuttle was coming in hot,
and sure enough, we got the double sonic
boom-just in case anyone was still napping.
At first, it looked like a bug on the windshield,
then suddenly there it was, right in front of us, with a couple of T-38s playing wingman.
We figured that was the grand finale, but
nope, out comes the Boeing 747 hauling Challenger piggyback, like it was just another Tuesday. They did
a flyby that rattled your fillings. I snagged
a T-shirt to commemorate the day-still got it, probably
worth more than my car now. Getting out of
there with 500,000 other yahoos was a cluster,
but hey, totally worth it. That weekend on
the desert floor is still burned into my
brain housing group.
Visit My Photo Album
Photos of Space Shuttle landing, 1982.
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Alright, you glorious Rat Phixers and Phlyers,
if we ever survived a TAD, a Det, or a BOHICA,
who haven't, and you didn’t think I was the
biggest gaff off in the squadron. Got a sea
story, or some grainy photos your ex didn’t
set on fire, and they’re only slightly illegal?
Send ‘em by email, snail mail, or safety
wire it to a carrier pigeon. I collect ‘em
all, just nothing that would incriminate
me.
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