T-Tail-Tall-Tail:
OLYMPIC EXPRESS
    
    Dave Kutulis, CMS (RET)
In late May of 1969 I along with other maintenance
        personnel headed north to
        Travis on a big sliver bird where we picked up
        additional maintenance personnel
        from Travis and McChord. We were headed for
        Nuremberg Germany to participate in
        the up coming Olympic Express NATO Exercise. The
        exercise would deploy Army
        personnel from Germany to Greece to participate in
        war games. 22nd AF
        maintenance would be at Nuremberg while 21st AF
        maintenance would be in Greece.
       
        The ALCE at Nuremberg was headed by an O-6 out of
        England and was staffed by
        ALCE people from the three 22nd AF Wings. On arrival
        the O-6 told us what was
        expected and that we would have two days to get
        settled before the big event.
        The only maintenance officer was a Captain from
        Travis who decided that all the
        Travis people would work days (12 hour shifts) and
        the Norton/McChord people
        would work nights under the supervision of the CMSGT
        from Norton. When the
        Chief asked about switching shifts half way through
        the Captain said that would
        not happen.
       
        The games began and it was kind of hectic for a
        while until we got in to the
        flow of things. I think it was the second night when
        I was getting ready to do
        a ground maintenance run when two Lufthansa flight
        attendants came by and asked
        to look in the aircraft. While they were there we
        were getting ready to start
        so I told them to have a seat until we were
        finished. As I was getting ready to
        start a loud voice from behind me said, "Kutulis
        what the hell do you think you
        are doing". It was the Chief and I said I'm going to
        start the engine when the
        guy standing behind the Chief said "not with the
        women on board". After seeing
        that the guy had Captain bars on I saw that I was
        over matched so we said
        goodbye to the to the girls.
       
        It seems that the O-6 decided that he should have
        another Maintenance Officer
        so the new guy was sent from Incirlik.
       
        The next morning at shift change he introduced
        himself to the Captain from
        Travis and the first thing he asked was "what's your
        date of rank" when the
        Travis guy answered the new guy said we change
        shifts half way through.
        Needless to say the Travis crowd was not happy.
       
        The next night I was trying to park a bird but the
        AC would not follow my
        signals (parking was tight) so I turned off the
        wands and he stopped real
        quick; after a few minutes the wands lite up and we
        started over. When he was
        parked I climbed up to the flight deck to check his
        maintenance status. The AC
        said, "Who the hell was directing me I want his name
        and serial number". I
        looked at him and said "TSgt Kutulis # 12345678"
        about that time there was a
        loud roar behind me wanting to know who the idiot
        was that was driving this
        thing and why can't he follow hand signals. I left
        the flight deck while I was
        ahead, as the AC was stammering trying to answer the
        O-6. The O-6 was pissed
        because the guy almost hit the roach coach.
       
        At one time we had an inbound on a C-133 and were
        trying to see how we could
        fit him in the parking plan but he never showed up
        which was a relief.
       
        A few days latter the O-6 gathered us up and said
        that the next week we where
        free and that the First Sergeant had three lists,
        one said England, another
        said Spain ant the third said Germany. On Sunday
        there would be a C-130 in the
        morning to take him back to England, latter that day
        there would be an
        additional C-130 going to Spain. We were to put our
        name on a list and if we
        were going to England or Spain that there would be
        C-130's a week later to
        bring you back. But God help the guy who is not back
        by 1800 the following
        Sunday.
       
        The Chief, a Captain, another guy and I decided to
        tour Germany so we took the
        train to Munich along with another Captain who was
        stationed in Europe. His
        wife was to meet him at the train station. When we
        got off the train there was
        a drop dead gorgeous blonde standing on the
        platform. She was wearing black
        leather boots a black leather skirt and a black
        leather jacket along with a
        cream colored sweater with a big collar. She was
        getting a lot of attention.
        She walked to our group and put her arms around the
        young Captain and planted a
        big kiss on him. Lucky dude. After introductions she
        asked if we were hungry,
        which we were so she said she knew just the place
        for lunch.
       
        We followed her from the station down an alley and
        in to a crowded feeding
        establishment. Turned out it was a kitchen run by
        nuns and for a very few marks
        we had schnitzel, boiled potatoes and drinks. After
        lunch the happy couple went
        their way and the rest of us spent two days checking
        out the town before
        heading to Berchtesgaden.
       
        The following Monday the First Sergeant reported to
        the O-6 that everyone had
        returned with in the allotted time. I would have bet
        that some of the guys who
        headed to Berlin would have made the Russian gulag.
       
        The next week was a reverse of the first with us on
        days. It was the normal
        stuff until one bird said he had a nose wheel shimmy
        on landing. After checking
        it out we could not find a problem so one of the
        Lt.Col's on the ALCE staff
        decided that a high speed taxi check was called for.
        One problem all the crews
        were in crew rest so the Lt. Col and another rated
        guy said they would do it,
        only problem no Flight Engineer for the panel. So
        with the blessing from 21st
        AF I became a engineer for an hour. We could not
        duplicate the problem.
        Somewhere in one of the articles on C-141 heaven
        there is talk of the shimmy
        dampener freezing at altitude; must have happened
        here.
       
        The only thing worth mentioning before the exercise
        was complete was that my
        Captain had met a Flight Attendant who flew for an
        Italian Air Line. She had a
        place in Nuremberg and invited him over. So being a
        Southern gentleman from
        Alabama he had the hotel kitchen put together a
        dinner for two and when last
        seen was getting into a cab with the food, drinks
        and flowers. The next morning
        he said without going into details that the evening
        was money well spent.
       
        We left Nuremberg on a Norton bird full of Dover,
        McChord, Travis, and Norton
        troops. A Dover crew had the duty to Dover where a
        Travis crew took us to
        Travis and then one of the Norton crews took us
        home. It was one of the best,
        if not the best deployment I was on while assigned
        to MAC.
       
        
        Dave Kutulis CMS (Ret)
        
        63rd MAW 67-71
        
        58th WRS 71-74
        
        62nd MAW 74-75
        
        Lancaster Ca.