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captainamericasmotercycle · 2 years

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wear the hat

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x pilot!reader

warnings: pre-uranium mission, 18+, minors DNI, jake and reader have similar personalities, sexual themes, sexual content, p in v sex, car sex, fingering, reader is from louisiana, inaccurate military (and sex) knowledge, a virgin writing sex, doesn’t follow movie plot

description: where you pick up jake’s cowboy hat knowing very well what you’re doing

wc: 2.2k

reader’s call sign is viper

Jake “Hangman” Seresin, the Casanova of Top Gun Academy - and probably the entirety of Texas - was someone you had your eye set on since you first started as a pilot. It would be an absolute lie to say you had never thought about anything with him.

As embarrassing as it is and though you would never admit it, you thought of him quite frequently. But the most embarrassing part of it was that you hadn’t seen Jake in almost a year and a half.

The first time you saw him on base, his smile alone almost brought you to your knees, and ever since then, you had been insistent on trying to become involved with him. Much to your dismay, he seemed to be sleeping with everyone on base except for you, so you tried a different approach than just throwing yourself at him.

You had gotten to know each other well, only not in the way either of you would have liked. You learned about his family, he learned about yours, you spent your free time together, everything just felt perfect in that moment, like everything had aligned in your favor. Albeit, all good things have to come to an end.

After your time at the academy, the two of you were sent to different sides of the planet to serve the country. But after running around the globe in circles, you both ended up stationed in Jacksonville, Florida for 2 years.

During those 2 years, you felt certain that you could not be around him without breaking down into absolute mush. Every night you thought of him; his smile, his laugh, his voice, his cock…iness. And every night you found yourself shamefully reaching between your legs, wishing it was him.

It fell into your favor that you lived alone - off base - because if anyone had heard you, you would be done for. You talked every day, which only contributed to your bad habits. The short time you had together felt like unending torture, you’d spend hours every week meticulously touching yourself, dreaming that it was his hand instead of yours, just for you to overhear another girl talking about her night with him the next day.

When the two years ended, it was both relieving and disappointing. You had thought that spending time away from him would be good for you, and definitely much healthier to stop thinking about him.

But you hadn’t thought you’d see him again so soon. You were barely briefed before being called back, but you did know that only the best pilots had been asked to return. It was inevitable that you were going to see him.

The first night back in Fighter Town, you hauled yourself to the Hard Deck hoping to recollect yourself before classes started in the morning. Though many people were in uniform, you had opted for a sundress instead, walking into the bar, your senses were filled with lively music, bright lights, and the strong scent of alcohol.

"Viper!” You turn to your left and see Natasha Trace calling out to you. You had met her the first time you had come to Top Gun for the elite training to become a Naval Air Force pilot. Although the two of you weren’t too close, you kept in touch often.

“Phoenix, hey,” you smile and join her as she walks through the bar. A couple of guys follow close behind you, seeming vaguely familiar. As the four of you approach a pool table, you hear a voice call out.

“What do we have here? And here I thought we were special, Coyote,”

Natasha turns to the other men, “Fellas, this here is Bagman,” she says with a smirk.

He sends her back a hard glare, “Hangman,” he clears his throat, “Trace, a pleasure as always,” his southern drawl, prominent in his speech.

He turns to you, a coquettish expression on his face, “Viper,”

Returning a similar guise, you look him in the eyes, “Bagman,” your own southern accent becoming noticeable.

“Didn’t think I’d see you so soon, but who am I to complain,” he shot you a wink as he flirted shamelessly with you. God, if only he knew.

You moved away from him and stalked around the pool table, trying to find a seat. Choosing a seat next to another pilot, previously discovered as “Bob”, the seat you had chosen seemed to have been occupied by an upside-down cowboy hat.

You paused for a moment before picking up the hat, thinking about what you were about to do. Oh boy, you were probably going to regret this next move. Grabbing the hat, you rested it on your head and sat in the chair, crossing your legs.

Jake, who had been in the middle of aiming his shot, noticed your movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced toward you. Seeing the hat atop of your head, he quickly jerked his hand, instinctively, causing him to miss his shot.

Phoenix laughed, “Wow, Seresin! What a shot!”

Jake brushed it off and flipped her a bird, he walked to where you were and looked at you almost twitchy-like. “Now, darlin’, where did you say you were from?”

He remembers where you’re from.

You know he remembers where you’re from.

“Louisiana, born and raised, you?” You smiled at him smugly, knowing damn well he was getting agitated.

He huffed out a laugh and ran his tongue along his bottom lip, “I need a drink and I think you do too,”

You stood and left the group, Jake’s hand on the small of your back. You moved to the bar, but Jake guided you out to his car. When you stepped foot out of the bar, Jake laughed. And were as confused as ever.

“I don’t know how y’all do it down in Louisiana, Darlin’, but where I’m from, you don’t touch a cowboy’s hat unless-”

“Thank you, Lieutenant, but I’m very familiar with the rule,”

“You’re really draggin’ this out, aren’t ya?” You tipped his hat at him and smiled, walking to the passenger side of the truck and getting in, Jake followed your actions and got into his side of the car.

You sat with your arms crossed, your head turned towards him, “I knew I was going to regret this,”

Now it was Jake’s turn to play dumb, “Regret what?”

You sighed and uncrossed your arms, “Darlin’, this isn’t something to regret.” Your faces moved closer as you talked, “And why is that?”

“Because I know. About you. About your ‘escapades’, you know, the ones with me in em’. You thought I wouldn’t find out you were screamin’ my name every night back in Jax?” your face dropped, but Jake only smiled wider.

“I-”

“What? You don’t think I didn’t think about you every day either? Every time there was someone other than you in my bed?”

“Then why didn’t you-”

“I didn’t think you felt the same,”

“Well I do,” your faces were now only centimeters apart, and something miraculous in you caused you to lean forward and press your lips against his.

His hand grabbed the back of your head, pushing your lips more firmly together and making the kiss more passionate. Every movement of your lips together felt starved, as if you have never been touched in your life.

You both moved rhythmically to each other, you reached your hand down between his legs and palmed his crotch. He pulled away and threw his head back, groaning.

He reconnected your lips, wrapping his large hands around your waist, and pulled you onto his lap, sliding his hand under your dress. He tugged on the waistline of your panties as you let a soft moan into his mouth. He pulled up your dress, and moved his hands around your torso, gently cupping your breasts. He moved his hands around our back and unclasped your bra with one hand, pulling it off of you, he tossed it in the back seat.

You gasped as he tightened his grip around you and you gasped again when you felt his tongue drag across your breasts. He took your nipple in his mouth and sucked on it, making you want to scream out. A hand covered your mouth before you could make any noise, “We don’t want to pull anyone out here, now, do we?” he asked, looking up through his long, dark eyelashes.

You whimpered at his touch of your mouth and lack of touch in other places. He smiled and moved his other hand down between your legs where you were straddled on his lap. He moved your underwear over and pressed his hand against your clit.

He rubbed slowly, teasing you, “Please, please,” you begged him, he rubbed faster, “Please what? Say it for me, baby,”

God, if you were in any other situation, you’d probably punch him.

“Please, Jake, I need you,”

He moved his hand and used his middle and ring fingers to circle your entrance, tapping against it gently. At this point you were trying not to shed any tears, you needed him, now.

You took a sharp breath in as he slid his fingers into you, he moved his second hand from your mouth to hold down your waist. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling them as he did so, and hitting all the right places. He leaned over and sucked on a spot on your neck.

You couldn’t hold it on any longer and let out a gargled moan from the back of your throat, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,”

You set your hands on his shoulder and nodded quickly, not being able to speak. He pumped his fingers faster and you hung your head down lower and began to breathe more heavily.

He pulled his fingers out of you and you let out a whine, he put both his hands on your bare waist, “Can I-”

“Yes, please,” you said breathlessly as you started to unbutton his shirt. He undid the zipper on his pants as you worked on his shirt, and pulled down his underwear, his hardening erection, springing up onto his stomach. You wrapped your hands around his cock and pumped, wiping the pre-cum off his tip and spreading it over him as a lubricant.

He ripped your panties right off of you and threw them in the back seat, “Jake-”

“I’ll get you new ones,”

He lifted you onto him and you both let out a groan as he penetrated you. He bucked his hips into you, thrusting quickly. You were both in such bliss with each other that you could barely kiss each other with any sort of coordination. The kisses were sloppy, but soft and warm, you could’ve died right there.

He stopped thrusting, and you hung your head close to his shoulders, your arms around his neck. He held your waist and began to move you up and down his length. He whispered harshly in your ear, “Look at you, thinking there were no consequences to your actions. You know, baby, you wear the hat-”

“Ride the cowboy,” as you said it he bucked into you and you let out another gargled moan - almost scream-like. He grabbed his hat off your head, which you somehow managed to keep on the whole time, and threw it in the backseat with the rest of your belongings.

“Fuck,” you heard a voice and realized it wasn’t yours, it was Jake’s, “Fuck,” he let out a string of vulgarities as you bounced on him. His sweat started pearling on his forehead, and boy he’s never looked so good. You connected your lips to the sensitive spot behind his ear and he moaned out in pleasure. It was the sweetest sound you had ever heard.

“Darlin’ I’m gonna...”

You hummed against his skin in agreement, you moved your head and bit down on his shoulder as you let yourself go, just moments after, you felt him shudder and let out a pornographic, obscene noise. He pulled out of you and zipped his pants back up. You stayed on his lap and the two of you sat there, breathless, you against his bare chest, your dress bunched up at your waist, sweating, on a high, and more attracted to each other than ever.

You moved off his lap and reached into the back to grab your bra, you clasped it back on and Jake watched as you flipped down the car mirror, fussed with your hair, and wiped your messed-up makeup off. Putting the mirror back up, you jumped out of the truck and shut the door, leaving him alone. He watched you walk towards the entrance of the bar, he quickly gathered himself and grabbed the hat from the back seat. He got out of the truck and called out to you.

You turned to see him walking with the hat, he caught up with you and set the hat on your head. He walked passed you, lightly smacking your ass, “This was fun, let’s do it again, Darlin’,” he shot you a wink and made his way back into the Hard Deck.

He is going to be the end of you.

i’ve never written smut before so i hope that was good idk bro but yes i hoped you liked it

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captain-price-unofficially · 1 month

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A Consolidated PB4Y-2 Privateer in flight over Naval Air Station Jacksonville, Florida, in 1943.

#wwii #aviation #home front

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footprintsinthesxnd · 1 year

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Operation Death Wish | Chapter 2

Masterlist

Synopsis: Jake Seresin knew what it was like to lose people he loved, he’d been losing them his whole life. Yet in the midst of chaos as the world as he knew it ended Jake found somebody he never wanted to lose. But what if he’d already lost her.

Warnings: swearing, dystopian descriptions, gore, death, violence, alien descriptions, fighting, sexual images, 18+ (minors dni), angst, some fluff at times.

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“ATTENTION ON DECK!”

Jake watched as all the aviators around him stood to attention, raising his hand to salute as Admirals Kazansky, Simpson and Bates entered the hangar.

“Good Morning,” Admiral Bates began, watching as the aviators in front of them took their seats ready for their briefing.

“You have been called here today for a very important mission. This could help to ensure the survival of life as we know it.” He flicked on the screen behind him showing a map of the United States, and Admiral Kazansky took his place in front of the screen.

“As some of you may know we have recently made contact with another Naval Base after months of radio silence. We made contact with Captain Mitchell from Jacksonville Naval Air Station, who has informed us that they are in a similar situation to us. Admiral Kazansky wants to send a team to make contact with the base so that we can create a stronger relationship. Their resources are our resources and vice versa. I am looking for a group of 7 brave individuals to make the journey across the country. This group will be comprised of 6 soldiers and a medic. Now, I understand that this is nearly a suicide mission, trying to cross the country while the enemy is still at large, but this union could change the fate of mankind. I would appreciate it if we could have some volunteers. I don’t want to pick you but if no one volunteers I will. Once the unit has been assembled I want you to contact the base and discuss what supplies they are short on and anything else you may need to bring. You are dismissed.”

Jake groaned, stretching his legs out from underneath the cramped wooden desk. It reminded him of when he was back in the classroom at school, squished behind a small desk, listening to mind-numbingly boring lectures. He was brought out of his thoughts by Natasha kicking him harshly in the back.

“Ouch!” Jake wailed dramatically, glaring at the female aviator who just glared back at him.

“Are you going to volunteer?” She leant closer to him across her desk, with Bob right next to her. The pair looked at him curiously. The rest of the room had caught on to what question had been asked and his fellow aviators looked at Jake expectantly. Jake didn’t know how to reply, how was he meant to jump at the chance of a suicide mission? Yes, he’d been on them before, dropping bombs from a high altitude and speeding away, but this was something completely different. Jake’s eyes darted anxiously trying to avoid eye contact, his throat dry as he tried to contemplate an answer. “I don’t know,” he said quietly. “It’s a suicide mission. We won’t be able to move without those things being on us in seconds. There’s no way we can make it all that way without running into them.” He pushed himself away from his desk and hastily exiting the room. He missed the strange looks he received from his colleagues, he missed the shrugs of shoulders and whispered comments. The only thing he could concentrate on now was you. He knew what you were like, you’d sacrifice yourself to help others and as soon as you heard about the suicide mission you’d volunteer. He didn’t want you to go, of course he didn’t, but he always knew that there was no way in hell he could stop you. You were stubborn and boneheaded, which was just one of the many things Jake loved about you. Jake didn’t see that he had any other choice; if you were going so was he. The Admiral had pinned a sheet in the corridor for volunteers and Jake scrawled his name across the crisp blank paper. He felt like he was signing up for an after-school club, he was just glad he didn’t have to wait to see if he’d be picked to join. There was no question that he wouldn’t be going on this mission now and as he made his way to the main gate a growing anxiety began to form in the pit of his stomach. With the tightening of his throat, sweaty palms, and knotted stomach, he felt sick but not in any way he’d felt before. He wasn’t worried for himself, he’d never worried if he came back safely from a mission, only if he went out with a bang. No, this concern wasn’t for himself, it was for you.

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The picture on your desk glared back at you, you felt like Bradley was judging you, like he knew what you’d been thinking and feeling. The bile rose at the back of your throat and the knot in your stomach continued to twist its way into a tight ball. You felt like you were suffocating. Sighing, you turned the picture face down to avoid Bradley’s eyes. You loved him, of course you loved him and you were going to marry him, but you didn’t even know if he was still alive. Besides it wasn’t like you’d done anything with Jake anyway, you were innocent, and it was just the close confinement of the base that was making you think about Jake in this way. There was a light tap on your door, pulling you away from thoughts of Jake. “Sorry to disturb you but this came from Admiral Simpson, the Lieutenant who delivered it said it’s important.” The young nurse spoke quickly before shoving the white envelope into your hand. You thanked her, staring down at the white paper, it had no writing on the front and as you stopped to open the envelope a small letter dropped out.

‘Meeting in the radio tower at 0900’. You had never been called for a meeting with Admiral Simpson before and you couldn’t help the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. Checking your watch it read 0730. You still had plenty of time before the meeting. ‘Plenty more time to worry’ you thought to yourself, gathering up some supplies to start your day.

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Natasha watched as Bob fiddled with the computer in front of him, pressing buttons, cursing and then pressing some more buttons.

“You told me you’d got the video working, Bob. You told me you’d spoken to Captain Mitchell.”

“I have,” Bob growled, ripping one of the leads out on the processors and shoving it into another hole aggressively. Natasha raised her eyebrows watching her former WSO worriedly, he’d been cooped up in this dingy damp room for days, hardly seeing his wife and kids. Within a few more seconds the machine hummed to life, the screen glowing through the gloom. Nat could see the smile etched on Bob’s face as he leaned back in his chair, sighing with relief. He checked the connection and signal before waiting for the others to arrive. Bob hadn’t volunteered for the mission, not wanting to leave his wife and boys behind. In a way, he was looking forward to the mission being over and he’d have some free time again. He hadn’t had any family time in weeks and couldn’t even remember the last time he had alone time with his wife, Jo, but he understood the other aviator's reasons for going. Natasha wanted to find her wife. She had only recently been stationed in Miramar when everything went to hell so she hadn’t had a chance to move her wife up here yet. Reuben, Mickey and Javy were also searching for their families. He knew you’d been selected for the mission as the medic for the team, you would have volunteered anyway. The only person he didn’t understand was Jake, he had no reason to leave, no family to look for and yet his name had been the first on the list.

The others flooded in between 0830 and 0845 in a steady stream, all arriving long before the Admiral. When the clock struck 0900 Admiral Kazansky strolled in, closely followed by Admiral Simpson. Both men’s faces were hard and serious, lips set in thin straight lines and an awkward silence fell upon the room. Jake was shifting in his seat, watching the door and waiting for your smiling face to appear through the small glass window.

Bob connected to the transmitter and sent a signal across to the other base. Within a few minutes, a small picture appeared of a man dressed in a flight suit.

“Captain Mitchell,” Admiral Kazansky addressed the man, smiling brightly. “It’s good to see you.”

The image was fuzzy but the man moved to reply to the Admiral. “Good to see you too, Iceman. It’s been too long.”

The two men continued to converse, discussing their situations. “What do you mean you’re the only one in charge?” Admiral Simpson spoke in utter disbelief.

“Well Sir, most of the soldiers deserted at the beginning, they went to find their families, so I’m the highest-ranking member left.”

Admiral Simpson hung his head low, rubbing his hand over his face. Jake watched the interaction, amused. Clearly, this Captain Mitchell liked to give the Admiral the runaround. The conversation continued between the three men and Jake began to lose interest, picking at the fraying lace of his boot. His mind wandered until the video went crackly and the voice at the other end changed.

“Sophie, what’s happening, I can’t see them,” Captain Mitchell said from the other side of the screen. Natasha tensed beside him.

“Hang on, let me have a look,” the female voice said and Jake watched as Natasha sat further forward in her seat. Suddenly, the screen cleared and the Captain appeared again, with a very pregnant woman accompanying him.

“SOPHIE!” Natasha all but screamed, lurching towards the screen. “Sophie, is it really you? Are you ok? And the baby? How are you…?” Sophie looked just as shocked as Natasha, shoving Captain Mitchell out of the way to get a better look at her wife.

“What are you doing there?” Natasha asked, Jake couldn’t see her face but knew from her voice that she was crying.

“When everything fell I was on my way to see you. I didn’t know what to do, but Captain Mitchell found me and let me stay here at the base. I’ve been helping with the electronics and equipment.” From what Jake remembered from Nat, her wife was a schoolteacher he now assumed in IT. Natasha nodded, completely oblivious to the men in the room all watching the interaction. “I love you so much, Nat. We’ve missed you so much.” She rubbed her hand over her large bump. “I can’t wait to see you.”

“I can’t wait to see you either, Baby. Both of you.” Admiral Simpson cleared his throat harshly, distracting the women from their reunion. Natasha stepped away from the screen rather sheepishly, taking her seat next to Jake. He reached over, squeezing her shoulder lightly, giving her a meaningful look. Captain Mitchell reappeared on the screen, continuing to discuss the situation. The plan was for the group to take supplies to the other base. They would make connections and hopefully in time would be able to help each other.

The meeting was just coming to an end, plans had been made and provisions decided upon when you burst through the door looking rather frazzled.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. One of Lieutenant Floyd’s sons fell over and needed some stitches. He’s ok though.” You added, giving Bob a small smile.

“Well, better late than never.” Admiral Simpson sneered, leaning back in his chair, eyes raking over you. You perched on the chair next to Jake and he gave you one of his dazzling smiles.

“Captain Mitchell has just been informing us of their situation and what supplies they will require.” He thrust the list of medical supplies into your hand harshly.

You looked at him a little too stunned to take the paper. “Did you say, Captain Mitchell? As in Captain Pete Mitchell?” Everyone looked at you confused before you heard the Captain's voice through the screen.

“(Y/n)?”

“Dad?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake! What is this, some kind of family reunion?” Admiral Simpson bellowed, standing abruptly from his chair and exiting the room, closely followed by Admiral Kazansky who gave you a small smile on his way out.

“I can’t believe we found you,” Pete continued talking to you, unaffected by the presence of the other aviators.

‘We,’ Jake thought to himself, who is ‘we’?

“I can’t believe I found you either.”

“Bradley is going to be thrilled when I tell him, he never stopped looking for you, Darling.”

‘Bradley’, who the fuck was Bradley? Jake was very confused by the conversation. Some of the other aviators decided to leave, planning to get ready ahead of the mission and Bob was desperate to see his little boy after he’d gotten stitches. Natasha and Jake were the only two that stayed.

“Bradley is there with you,” you’d asked it almost as if you were shocked rather than relieved. Of course, you were relieved your fiancé was alive and well, which was something you shouldn’t take for granted in times like these. But you were a little stunned. It was different having the odd flirt with Jake when you thought you’d never see Bradley again, but now the fact that you were going to the base he was at frightened you a little. The engagement ring that hung around your neck felt heavier than ever.

The connection was faltering slightly and your father decided it was time to end the call.

“We never know if they can intercept our communications. I’m so pleased to have found you, Darling and we can’t wait to see you. Keep me posted on your group's activity. You’ll have limited radio service once leaving the base, but try to check in if you can.”

“I will dad, I promise.” And with that, the screen went dark. The three of you stayed that way for a while, both women shocked at finding their loved ones and Jake just confused about who this Bradley fella was. Natasha left not long after, excusing herself as she ran, tears flooding down her face. Jake couldn’t tell if it was because she was relieved to have found her wife or heartbroken that she was so far away.

Jake stood up, brushing off his khakis and moving towards you. He lay his hand gently against your arm, causing you to jump slightly.

“Do you want me to walk you back to the infirmary? I can help you collect the supplies for the trip.” You hummed and nodded slowly, letting Jake lead you out of the radio tower.

“So,” Jake began, trying to make light conversation had never been his forte. “Who’s Bradley?”

You looked at him stunned, opening and closing your mouth like a fish as you tried to comprehend telling him the truth.

“Bradley is my fiancé.”

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usafphantom2 · 8 months

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F4U-4 Corsair To Be Loaned To Fagen Fighters WWII Museum

August 21, 2023 Angela Decker Aviation Museum News 0

John Sinclair giving instruction to Evan Fagen in the Corsair. Photo via Fagen Fighters Museum

Aircorps Art Dec 2019

by Adam Estes

The Fagen Fighters WWII Museum in Granite Falls, Minnesota, has just announced that will display F4U-4 Corsair BuNo 97388 through a loan agreement with owners

Photo via Fagen Fighters Museum

Bureau Number 97388 was taken on strength with the US Navy on April 26, 1946 and delivered four days later on April 30. The first two years of its service life would see it being assigned to several Naval Air Stations on the West Coast, such as Tillamook from June 1946 to October 1947, Santa Ana until March 1948, and San Diego until October of that year, when it was transferred to Marine Fighter Squadron 225 (VMF-225) at MCAS Cherry Point, North Carolina. June of 1949 would see 97388 sent to join VMF-212, which was in Japan at that time. Though the aircraft’s recorded history with VMF-212 contains no specific dates or locations for which exact bases in Japan it served at, the squadron would become involved in air operations at the outset of the Korean War. In the first two months of the conflict, it is highly probable that 97388 took part in combat missions launched from Japan to stem the tide of the initial North Korean advance into South Korea. Its time in combat would be cut short, however, as the aircraft would be sent back to the US in August of 1950 for overhaul and maintenance at NAS Quonset Point, Rhode Island before it would be reassigned to Fleet Air Service Squadron 3 at NAS Norfolk, Virginia. The following month, on September 14, BuNo 97388 would be assigned to VF-42. This posting would see the Corsair flying from NAS Oceana and NAS Jacksonville before being taken on a tour of the Mediterranean aboard the light carrier USS Saipan (CVL-48) from May to June of 1951, before being sent to NAS Cecil Field, Florida two months later. After a final deployment with VF-42 at NAS Oceana from November 1951 to May 1951, 97388 would undergo maintenance and overhaul at NAS Quonset Point until January 1953, when the aircraft was used primarily for reserve training at NAS Olathe, Kansas and NAS Grosse Ile, Michigan. In June of 1956, the aircraft was sent into storage at NAS Litchfield Park, Arizona before being decommissioned the following month.

After sitting outdoors at Litchfield Park, the aircraft was purchased by aircraft trader and pilot Bob Bean on November 25, 1957, who registered the Corsair as N5211V. One year later, Bean would later arrange for a trade between himself and the Honduran Air Force (Fuerza Aérea Hondureña, FAH) where 10 Corsairs (including 97388) would be shipped to Honduras in exchange for four P-38 Lightnings and four P-63 Kingcobras. In the FAH, 97388 would be identified as serial number 610, and while other Honduran Corsairs would later see combat in the Football War against El Salvador in 1969, FAH 610 had been struck off charge at the FAH Air Base at Toncontin International Airport in the capital city of Tegucigalpa, serving a source of spare parts to keep the other Corsairs flying.

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FAH 610 would remain at Toncontin until 1978, when it was one of seven Honduran Corsairs returned to the United States by George Heaven & Jim Nettle of Hollywood Wings in Long Beach, California. By this point, the airframe was more a collection of parts then an airplane, and would require extensive restoration work to bring back into the skies. It would be stored in Long Beach until 1981, when it was purchased by Earl Ware of Jacksonville, who then kept the fuselage remains in his backyard, along with three other incomplete Honduran Corsairs (These being FAH 611 (USN BuNu 97382), FAH 617 (BuNo 97059), and FAH 692) until it was sold in 1982 to famed warbird restorer and pilot Gerald “Gerry” Beck of North Dakota, who would go on to spend the next 16 years meticulously returning 97388 back to airworthy condition at his shopTri-State Aviation in Wahpeton. When completed, 97388 emerged from the workshop in the markings it wore when assigned to VF-42.

After making its first post-restoration flights in 1998, Beck and 97388 would appear at EAA Airventure later that year. Over the years, 97388 would make appearances at numerous airshows and was a regular at the Fargo Air Museum in Fargo, North Dakota during the offseason, though it would later become a yearlong resident of Fargo as Beck focused on his “homebuilt” P-51A “Precious Metal II”. With the tragic death of Beck in 2007, his wife Cindy retained the Corsair and would ferry it back from Fargo to Wahpeton for refurbishment. Once completed by Tri-State in December of 2016, 97388 would be displayed at the Wings of the North Air Museum in Eden Prairie, Minnesota and was a feature of museum events such as AirExpo. With the unfortunate news of the museum’s public closure and ongoing search for a new home, Cindy and Whitney Beck have now decided to loan the Corsair to the Fagen Fighters WWII Museum. Given the wide variety of aircraft at Fagen’s expanding museum, it is indeed fortunate that 97388 has a secure home to continue flying the Midwestern skies. For more information about the Fagen Fighters WWII Museum, visit www.fagenfighterswwiimuseum.org.

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beardedmrbean · 2 years

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A man is dead after attempting to drive through a gate at the Naval Air Station in Jacksonville, Florida, Thursday morning, authorities said.

The incident happened at about 6:30 a.m. when the unidentified driver “attempted to run the Birmingham Gate at Naval Air Station Jacksonville,” according to a statement from the air base. “Gate sentries deployed the protective barrier which stopped the vehicle from entering the station. The driver is deceased and has no known military affiliation.”

Master Sgt. Dylan Bryan, a spokesperson with the Florida Highway Patrol, said the adult male driver was involved in a suspected hit-and-run crash about 2.5 miles north of the Air Station before he crashed into the gate. That driver fled the initial collision, which Bryan said was minor, shortly before reaching the gate.

The driver was not being pursued by law enforcement or pedestrian drivers, Bryan said.

The driver died from the collision at the Air Station, “and from the collision only,” Bryan said. The driver was declared dead at the scene, he said.

WJXT of Jacksonville reported the Birmingham Gate is the southernmost entrance to the Air Station off of U.S. 17. The main entrance is the Yorktown Gate.

The incident caused a backup on U.S. 17, the news outlet reported

#nunyas news #ya that's a way to get yourself killed there

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purplerunawaywerewolf · 1 year

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Read and share this postiñg with your family members and friends and let's come together to stop this injustice being done to our veterans.

This article's title A Navy Corpsman is left to fight on the home front by himself.

Here is a story about how an asshole lie on social media platforms has had

a persistently negative impact on my children's and my daily lives that everyone should be aware of. This is where it all starts. I joined the navy air reserve on March 22, 1999, in the state of Florida, and I took an oath to defend and guard this nation. I was deployed to Mobile Inshore Undersea Warfare Unit 207, a force protection unit headquartered LoLat Naval Air Station Jacksonville, Florida, not long after taking my oath. At the time, the unit's commander was Commander Kevin Paige. I started boot camp at RTC Great Lakes Division 001 on October 5, 2000. As a naval hospital corpsman, I transferred from MIUW 207 to Naval Reserve hospital Jax 108 at Naval Air Station Jax, Florida, on December 5, 2001. I transferred from Naval Reserve Hospital 108 to USS BOONE FFG 28, which is based at Naval Air Station Mayport, Florida, on February 15, 2004. I was activated in 2006 and again in 2008 throughout my time in the military. I received an honorable discharge from the naval air reserve. I

moved from Jacksonville, Florida, to Denver, Colorado, in 2014. I lost my job soon after moving to Colorado and soon kafter that spent some time living at the Broadway Motel. I moved to the Kings Inn Motel about two years later due to my financial situation, and I started working for Dough House whenever he had work available. If not, I would find work through a variety of temp agencies, such as Staff Zone, Ready Man, and Nationwide Temp Agency, to be able to pay for my daily rent.

On June 06 2017 Denver post published an article about the Kings Inn Motel. Visit

Denverpost.com/2017/06/06/king inn aurora-eviction-rent to read the article. The motel was renamed the Summit View Inn Motel not long after the article was published. On March 24, 2020, The Denver Post published an article about the Summit View Inn. visit for the article at https://www.denverpost.com/2020/03/24/evictions-homeless-coronavirus-aurora-colorado

In the photograph, I'm the black man. Management kicked us off the property after the article was published, and the motel staff destroyed all of our personal items, leaving us with nothing except the clothes on our backs. Then we moved into the Radiant inn motel while I continued working through the temp agency and paying 370 a week for rent. A major incident that occurred in 2022 completely altered my existence and tore my world apart. In Jacksonville, Florida, my father Willie Taylor Jr., a US Marine, passed suddenly. I went to his funeral in Jacksonville while still making motel payments on my room at the Radiant Inn. For several months I suffered from depression . I left the Radiant Inn Motel in the early months of 2023 because the room was full of mice. I killed eight mice inside of the motel room during the course of a 24-hour period. When I was homeless and short on cash one day, I held a sign asking for assistance in getting a hotel room. My VA ID card was shown on the sign's front. After that, some asshole uploaded a picture of me to the internet with the phrase "fake veteran" that's when my nightmare started. Several Colorado residents tried to spit at me after that lie was posted online, and some just verbally harassed me. Others would look at me and mock me as if it were funny to them. These lies hindered me from gaining permanent employment. I started revocating Dough House rental property in April 2023 in exchange for short-term housing. I was forced to leave the property once the renovations were done. I currently pay 70 a day for a motel room at the Wolf Hotel where I currently reside.

When this first occurred, I initially believed thAt happene to me was a rare incidence until I met with numerous other veterans who had also experienced the same thing . It is crystal clear that someone is out there spreading lies online and having to face any consequences for the harm they have caused. This injustice toward our veterans needs to end, but it won't unless we up as a group and declare that enough is enough and that this kind of treatment of our veterans is unacceptable. Some person is Utilizing social media to disseminate lies about us veterans has a significant negative impact on our lives. Because it doesn't directly affect their lives, the majority of people don't care about the injustice being done to us veterans, and some people just want to believe everything they read online is accurate, even though that isn't the case, which is why we are currently in this situation. Before passing judgment on someone based solely on what they read online people shouid do their own investigation of the truth. You may have made a huge mistake in your judgment of a person because of a lie or inaccurate information that you have been provided . If you're the kind of person who wants to change the world for the better, we need to come together to address this injustice and make the offender responsible for the harm they have caused to us veterans. If not, their inappropriate behavior will continue with no end in sight. Don't be the kind of person who observes this injustice being committed but chooses not to correct it. The only thing needed for evil to win, according to a quotation ascribed to Edmund Burke, is for good men to do nothing. I'll attach my military resume for your review. You might end up changing your mind about me after seeing it.

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