While I was in navigator training at Mather Air Force Base, Sacramento, California, one night my wife and I went to a formal affair at the Officers’ Club. She was dressed in a very beautiful black formal gown with red roses. She had fixed her hair up and looked like Salma Hayek—gorgeous and far better looking than all of the women there, as noted by the stares she received from the guys. I was dressed in my formal military tuxedo or mess dress in military talk. The Air Force mess dress looks very fancy and distinguished. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I had the thought that not even Bill Gates [or now Jeff Bezos] could buy and properly wear one of these—you have to earn it.
The affair was really nice, and we had a great time. As I said, My Girl was the object of more than one eye; she really looked great. After the dinner, there was dancing and more wine; both of which we liberally partaked in. It was a different time and you could actually do this and get away with it. Air Force events usually end early so at around 11:00 p. m. the club lights came on and it was time to leave.
As we walked outside we noticed that it was such a beautiful night: a full moon was out, and every star seemed to have a special shine. Hmm… the kids have a babysitter and… we really don’t have to go home so early, sooooo…. As we were driving some dark and lonesome roads on the base near the base’s weapons storage area and alert facility (both of which were lit up in the background), I told her “Let’s park somewhere and look at the stars.” Wife, “Yes, let’s do.”
We drove onto a really dark road and I found a nice spot to park in… to see the stars… No sooner than I shutoff the car and put my arm around my wife, suddenly there was a really bright light pointed at us, and some guy screaming at us to get out of the car and put our hands up. We got out of the car but I still couldn’t see anything other than the light. I told my wife not to worry, when suddenly her eyes got about as big and wide as I’ve never seen; then she raised her hands. I barely started to see through the light pointed at us: the outline of an armored personnel carrier appeared with a security policeman (SP) on top of it, pointing a .50 caliber machine gun at us. Then I saw about a dozen SPs with M-16s pointed at us. SHIT!!!
Now there comes a time in your life when it’s especially important to think clearly; my time had just arrived. I was a second lieutenant at the time, but I had been enlisted for about eight years prior. The one thing all ranks know about second lieutenants is that they don’t know much and not much is expected of them as well. This was particularly true of second lieutenants who are also navigator students. Time to go into my full second lieutenant mode.
“I’m Second Lieutenant Vergara and I demand to know why we’re being treated in this way?”
They asked for identification, and my wife and I showed them our military identification cards. The NCO in charge then told me:
“Sir, this is a restricted area near the weapons storage area and alert facility. You’re not allowed to be here.?
Me: “We’re not? We didn’t know that.”
NCO: “You set off all motion sensors. What are you doing here?”
Me: “My wife and I came from a party at the O Club and parked just to look at the moon and the stars.”
The sergeant got on the radio and said in effect to cease the alarms as the area was secure.
A voice on the radio asked: “What happened?”
NCO (with an amused tone in his voice while still trying to sound professional): “A second lieutenant and his wife were looking at the stars…”
You could hear the roaring laughter in the background: “Tell them they can’t be there and to go somewhere else.”
It turned out that as this was also a Strategic Air Command base in addition to the training wing, the area we had driven near to contained special weapons stored there for the B-52s that were stationed on the base and some of which were on alert fully armed. We probably set off every bell and whistle in the security area.
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The magical moment had passed. We drove home to see the kids.