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Enjoyed the site. As the uncle of Air Force brats, I have a lot of feelings for those who were raised here, there, and yon on military establishments and find it heart-warming to learn that so many of you go to some trouble to maintain those ties which were all too often fleeting. When I got out of he Air Force, I imagined seeing those I had served with again would have been about as low on my priority list as you could go. However, I got involved about six years ago in running down the guys in my squadron. (1950-1952 Air Police Sqdn at Forsakenheath.) We've found about 150 living and around fifty widows.

Now we have wonderful reunions. We're old men now, but somehow the kids we once were still show up at those musters.

Good luck in what you're doing, Mr. Kelley.

Marlin Mote

The following is an excerpt from an eMail received the week of Feb. 12, 2000 from a retired Air Force Air Policeman. I felt I should share this with you....

To Live Forever

I sometimes wonder how it would be,

If I could live to eternity.

Of course I wouldn't age at all,

I'd be sixteen and have a ball.

Oh, how I wish I could live forever,

I wish, but know that I can never.

Jim Boling 1965

Just think of all the places we have been.

Heard Around The Dorms..

Whad'ya mean it was my turn to take the sheets over?

All right, who's got Miss Roof's bell???

Hey! AFEX is gonna serve sirloin steaaks tonight!

Lights out 15 minutes ago.

What dust under what bed?

But 'mam, I did empty my trash can -- yesterday.

Yes 'mam, she did sign us in.

How is it I got 3 demerits and you only got 2 ?

Who would like to volunteer?

Victor, give us a talk on student participation.

Your chisled words are printed in my mind. They comfort me.

Your determined look is inspiring to see.

So exit to the open and be fierce, yet be a friend.

Recollect young man, I am with you until the end

James A Pilot

7 - D a y s A W e e k

Here we sit on a Friday afternoon looking out of the window at the line of British coaches taking home the Five-Day Dorm students, patiently wracking our brains trying to think of something to say to describe how we Seven-Day students truly feel about Lakenheath.

Now what can we say? Well, lets start by bringing to mind some fond old memories of Dorm #3. First of all the riotous trips we have had on weekends to London, Cambridge and other interesting places; were they wild? Remember the movies intra-weekend sports such as bowling, baseball and football; the waiting in the laundry line from Friday to Sunday; and dorm parties we had Saturday nights. Last but no least, we will not forget the AFEX meals served us seven days a week.

Secondly we mustn't forget the opportunities we have had as Seven Day students. Some opportunities including independence from our parents, accepting responsibilities, and learning to live with others, thus giving us the chance to make ourselves more mature. All in all we have experienced a period of great importance in our lives. Although many have complained, one should be reminded that every experience broadens a person's out look, and makes a man wiser. We are sure that this is an experience which will help us to be better and more capable citizens in our adult life-- Thank you Lakenheath.

Butch Falvo & Jake Everson

It's a hard life, not easy, I know.

For I have heard those who've been to say,

"I wish I was a kid again."

Coming tomorrow ? Graduation Day.

Cliff Williams

Now here are some really happy people.....

1968 and 1993

And then there were the bus rides to and fro. Some rides were short and others were to homes many hours away... Many of us used this time to study, read or just catch up on some needed sleep... Many just stared out the window at the passing country side... A select few learned and practiced the fine art of lip reading.......

When I have a few moments to fade back in my memory, I seem to end up on the steps by the Day Room. Someday, I will go back. I know the school buildings have changed. I know familiar faces will not greet me, but the steps will still be there! The steps will always be there, stone hard, cold to the touch, and well worn. But I know those steps hold my precious memories and those of a thousand others.

David Robinson Emailed to us on 12-24-2000