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Published: August 29th 2009
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F4 Fighters as far as the eye can see
Need some target practice? Just the thing! Greetings, guns 'n ammo fans!
We started our journey through the US with the antics of the Alaskan Machine Gun Association, so it seems fitting that we should leave the place with one final display of the instrumentation of mayhem and death courtesy of 'The Boneyard', or the Aircraft Maintenance and Regeneration Group (AMARG) as it is properly known.
Located in Tucson's South East quarter, this is a massive area of desert dedicated to the storage, recommisioning and decomissioning of over half a century's worth of airborne military hardware. There are over 4,300 planes here in various states, stretching out across the barren sands. Why? There's next to no moisture to cause corrosion, and the desert floor makes an excellent base for towing the things around.
Feast your eyes on the following beauties:
Around 700 F4 Fighters lined up in rows, steadily being converted into remote controlled target practice for the fighter guys to blow to pieces over the Mojave desert.
The Warthog. This baby carries a gun that fires foot long, 30mm calibre bullets with depleted uranium heads - 70 of them per second. As used on the legendary 'Road to Basra' turkey shoot. Take
Warthog
I guess its mother loves it. that, Saddam Hoo-sein!
Starlifter transporters - ideal for shifting massive tanks about the place a few at a time.
Intercontinental ballistic missile shells. All the nuclear related equipment here needs to remain on open display to the Ruskies (by satellite and in person) since the SALT 2 (Strategic Arms Limitation Treaty) agreement of 1979. That includes all the B52 bombers that were/are capable of delivering nuclear weapons.
A quality end to our USA experience, I'm sure you will agree, although unlike the Alaskan Machine Gun boys, the US military were reluctant to let us play with any of their toys.
And finally, I was in Wells Fargo Bank getting myself a few Pesos, and told the female cashier that we were heading down into Mexico and Central America. She looked at me with a completely straight face, and said "God bless you". The Mexicans definitely need to look around for a new bunch of PR people in this part of the world.
Hasta luego!
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simon
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guns'n'joses
Maybe our politicians aren't so thick after all - better to go to war with these guys than against them if those are the bits they don't need any more! And while we're back talking about blokes stuff - how are the technical underpants holding up? Good luck in Mexico. Pistols and bandoliers from here on.