Launch Facility Bravo 13, 1 Nov 80

By Raymond Appleman

This is a fiction short story about a haunted missile site. Many air force personnel claim to have felt a tap on their shoulder and a voice ask got a light? while on Bravo 13. No person was ever seen responsible for the contact or the voice. On the night of 31 October 1980, a camper team of two guards was maintaining security while the electronic security systems were down for maintenance. The off-duty guard fired all the rounds from a short magazine on his M16 at the back door of the camper while he was in rest status inside the camper. Two security specialists were sent to investigate this incident and the story is the debriefing of their investigation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Feb 10, 2015
• ISBN: 9781496968388

Raymond Appleman

I was born in Akron, Ohio, in 1955 and graduated from Tallmadge High School in 1973. I enlisted for the United States Air Force on 1978 and served as missile facilities specialist with 321 Field Missile Maintenance Squadron at Grand Forks AFB, North Dakota, and quality control inspector/evaluator with 321 Strategic Missile Wing, Headquarters Squadron. I was honorably discharged in 1983. I studied BS computer science in University of North Dakota in 1985. I have worked as a computer instructor, computer technician, bookkeeper, and flight line service technician. I got my private pilot certificate in 1996.

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Launch Facility

Bravo 13, 1 NOV 80

Raymond Appleman

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Two hours after we’d left the south gate of the base and headed west on US 2, we reached North Dakota highway 5. Having never visited Bravo 13 before, I asked Clint to get the small maps and look up where it was. Staff Sergeant Clinton Hardy opened the route folder and fished out the binder with one-inch-to-the-mile maps of the northeast quarter of North Dakota. I’d worked with Clint until six months earlier. Clint was sharp, had earned his promotion to Staff Sergeant, and was put in charge of scheduling for Charlie Flight of the 322nd Security Squadron. I was chosen by the old man to investigate this incident and I figured Clint and