Special Announcement

VFA-25 hosted a celebration in their hangar at NAS Lemoore, CA on Friday Jan 19th commemorating the 75th Anniversary of the formation of Fist of the Fleet. Over 40 alumni members were in attendance and were treated to a superb display of the professionalism and dedication our current active duty shipmates exhibit as they carry on the long traditions of service as fellow Fists. Many thanks to the entire squadron and Skipper Dentzer for inviting us to share in this great patriotic event. Further details are included in the Winter edition of the FOFA newsletter below.

Logo by LT Charles “Wingnut” Wickware VFA-25

Latest Edition: Winter 2018

 Way back in the fall of 1978 I was attending college at East L.A. City in the Theater Arts program. The play the director chose for the winter performance was Tennessee Williams Camino Real, and before we go further please note that it is not pronounced with a Spanish accent but rather as CAM-ino Reel. It is a foray in to the world of surrealism, almost a fantastique, and moving throughout the work are characters both real and fictional. It is considered one of the most difficult plays to stage. I can never forget the opening discourse between Don Quixote and Sancho Panza, the gist of which runs thusly:

“Blue is the color of distance! Blue is the color of nobility! Blue is the color of distance and nobility! And that is why a knight should always carry a bit of blue ribbon somewhere about his armor, or, on the tip of his lance; to remind him of how far he has come, and how far he has yet to go.”

The opening night of the play was an unmitigated disaster; our primary special effect was a large wood and Styrofoam plane, with a wingspan about four feet across. It ran on a guide wire, from behind the proscenium arch, up to the projection booth, and underneath was covered in glitter. It was to represent the “El Fugitivo”, which was the only way out of Camino Real. It launched, the guide wire snapped, and it landed in the third row, which, mercifully, was empty.

Flash forward to June of 1981. I was in the Rockies up on the Divide north of Wolf Creek Pass working as a surveyor. As the crew watched the chopper depart, I saw a brass marker at my feet, about 5” across. I bent down and saw that it read International Geophysical Year 1958. That in itself was note-worthy, that I was actually standing on the Continental Divide, but then as the sun continued to rise behind me and I stood looking out to the West I was struck deeply and profoundly. An epiphany. How far I had come in just a few short years! Somewhere over there out beyond the horizon, almost in a straight line west from where I was standing rested Lemoore, and to the East there seemed to be endless ranks of still snow-capped peaks, stretching away forever under a clear, cobalt sky. How far to go? I had no blue ribbon but in that moment I developed what became my core philosophy on life: Always look back. Because, how do you know where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve been?

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