Work was never a four letter word to me, unless maybe if the word was Joy because I’ve always enjoyed working and enjoyed most of what I did, most of who i worked with, and where I worked with very few exceptions. All experiences I’ve had at all jobs and locations has made me the Shade Tree Okie I am today.
I settled on the title ‘If it sounds scary accept the challenge’ because living life to the full is often scary while giving in to fear can lessen your options for success, cloud the ability to survive, and can rob you of both the big and llttle, expected and unexpected consequences…. The unknown, unplanned, scary events of live is best tasted wisely and carefully even when a heavy portion of fear is thrown into the pot.
What anyone does in the past makes them who they are today and that’s certainly true in my case. Like a shade tree mechanic is probably not the most efficient and highest paid Mechanic but just buy the insinuation of doing it under a shade tree they loved being a mechanic. Maybe they didn’t excel at it but they were as good as those who thought they did.
First I’ll list all the companies I’ve worked for and Then give a short breakdown on each of job and/or Company one by one. Breaking my work history into two parts was fairly easy. Part 1 (see below) of paying my dues was by working for the other guys. Part 2 (click here) I worked for myself. Once i started working for myself i never quit.
Names of Company’s I’ve worked for
- Meat Packing Plant Okmulgee
- Interstate 40 Road Work – Dump Boy
- Okemah lumber yard
- USAF Air Force Lowery AFB CO.
- House Hold Finance Co.Downtown Albuquerque – Note: After ABQ HFC we moved in w/my parents in Okemah, While in Okemah several things happened. Possibly in this order, Camilla went to work at Okemah national Bank, we moved into the little apartment above Leland’s garage, Paul and Mary and the kids visited us in Okemah, I enrolled with OSU Tech, Holly was born while we still lived in Okemah, soon after she was born we moved to Okmulgee1
- GK Furniture Store Okmulgee
- Okmulgee Times – Spots editor & News Photographer
- Bendix-United Geophysical Corp. Oil Expiration
- Dynalectron Stallion Range
- RATSCAT Pieces of Eigh then Dynalectron
- Beech AreoSpace Inc. (BASI) MQM 107 Drone
Item #1 Meat Packing Plant Okmulgee: I figured I needed some kind of an education and I really couldn’t afford to attend a regular College so I thought I would give the tech school in Okmulgee a try. At that time the school was called Oklahoma State University School of Technical Training. The students called it OSU Tech. I like the school but I didn’t like my job that help me stay in school. My Uncle & Aunt, Lee and Bessie Ennis, offered me a room in their home for me to stay as i went to school. I couldn’t afford to drive back&forth from Okmulgee to OKemah every day so I was there a lot. After letting Bessie know how I felt she found me a job at the Moore & Co. meatpacking plant which she had worked out for years.
Even for a youngen’ and like me that was a rough schedule. School during the day work every evening and getting back home to Okemah as often as I could. So I guess you could say I found a reason to quit. I decided a college education was the way to go so I started pursuing some Financial help and found it right away. And the reason I wanted out of the job was because that meat packing plant inside where they cook and cut the meat to me stuck to the high heavens. Yes I could eat all the luncheon meat I wanted. They processed all kinds of cold cuts, including ham, turkey, salami, bologna, and pepperoni. Each type variesd in flavor, texture, and processing methods, and smells… with some being more processed than others. All the machinery used to make all this luncheon meat and all the cold cold storage containers I had to keep clean. Most of the machines could cooking process several different kinds of luncheon meat and the cutting machine could cut any of them into slices whatever thickness the processor desired.
Every morning they would inspect the cement floor, process and cutting machines and if there was any residual meat or oils or grease or anything they I just stopped production and get whatever was dirty clean. That was a lot of pressure on my young shoulders and I would often get called in for not doing my job well enough to pass inspection so I did what any self-respectin’, hard-workin, shade tree youngen’ would do – I quit. Same day I quit school, I quit my first ever job. On my way home after going through Okemah I drove over to the construction site near pharaoh and talk to crew boss. Told him I needed work and was hired on the spot.
I said thank you and good bye to Lee and Bessie and the kids and move back to Okemoh with my mom and dad. My new construction job was outside and better pay and once the crew moved on and I could no longer follow them up the road my plan was to attend Wilburton College. More on that later.
Item#2 Interstate 40 Road Work – Dump Boy: To a young farm kid the dump trucks that did the heavy lifting on on Interstate 40 was BIG. Great job – I40 road work as a Dump Boy – working on building a 4 lane road (four-lane highway was a big deal back then and Oklahoma) between Okemah and the Pharaoh turn off. The portion of the highway I worked on was pretty much to replace and bypass Highway 62, soon to become old Highway 62. While having access to the interstate was exciting, all us local construction workers had mixed feelings about that because there was businesses and memories on Highway 62 that we cherished and that was there for us when we needed them… yes they would still be there but in our minds eyes things we’re going to be different and different can be unsettling and even scary and yes exciting.
My job was to walk down from the edge of the newly poured pavement, counting my steps to the bottom of the incline to the bar-ditch. From those steps I could calculate how often to dump a truck load of topsoil to plant grass on which in-turn would slow down or stop erosion. I liked the job but I let my young mischievous ways get the best of me. As I stood at the side of he truck and directed each driver where he or she needed to dump their load of dirt, as soon as they were on spot, I would throw the lever on the back of the dump bed so that load could be dumped. As I was figuring out where to put a new dump load of dirt I found a green snake, yes a harmless garden snake, but I thought how funny it would be that when the next driver came to dump his load that I could throw that harmless snake into his cab and that we would both get a good laugh. It didn’t work that way. Who knew the driver and a young driver that was so afraid of snakes. As he was backing into his spot to dump i pulled the garden snake from my pocket, tossed the little green snake into the window and the drive threw open the door of his truck and like a rocket Man, flew out. It gets worse: the truck was still in gear as the drive and I stood together and watched in horror as his truck continued slowly backing up, never stopping until it hit the bottom of the bar ditch. It was a steep incline so it took a while to get the truck back up on the highway and the driver when he finally settle down decided to laugh with me instead of yell at me. We became good friends.
Since it was my doing It was amazed ‘the snake in the cab’ incident didn’t get me fired but even more amazing the next one did. About a month or two later what was amazing about the incident that got me fired – it wasn’t my fault. However i really do think the ‘green snake’ incident was one many incidents that eventually incentivize them to fire. The next ‘truck cab in the sky’ incident!’ was not my fault but by then i think they were just looking for a reason to give the red headed kid (me) his walking papers.
Here how the ‘truck cab in the sky’ incident went down. One of the older drivers backed into a spot I had marked for him to dump and started dumping but he forgot to wait until I pull the lever. As I saw the dump bed going into a dump position I tried my best to pull the dump lever but it was stuck. There was sooo much dirt pressure on that tailgat i was unable to pul the dump lever. The tailgate was stuck and all that dirt had no nothing to do but to pile up at the end of the dump bed, which in turn became so heavy that the cab of the truck started leaving the ground. Picture a big heavy dude on a teeter totterer and you knew once he jumped off you were coming down hard… I’ve never forgotten the look on old man’s face. A look of shear fear as his knuckles turned whiote from gripped the steering wheel so tightly. That look intensified as the windshield he was looking through moved more and more skyward. Suddenly the dump lid came loose and all the dirt come out and the cab of the truck come down and bounced up and down on the front tires like a basketball – all with the old man inside. Over and over his head would hit the roof of the cab and his butt would hit the seat of the cab. As I was nodding my head up&down ‘yes’ to the universe, I prayed the old man would survive and he did.
That was a scary sight and funny as hell. The old man did not think so. Even though he told everybody he was truly happy to be alive, to have survived the 8 to 10 foot drop as the front of his truck hit the pavement it was obvious I was in trouble. We were all just happy, especially me, that he didn’t have a heart attack. All of us knew he wasn’t gonna let this incident go and he was going to use it to get rid of me.
So they fired me. My dad and his partner in their plumbing business John Ford, thought it was unfair that I got fired since it wasn’t my fault so they decided to go talk to the old man and while he did eventually put in a good word for me I was never able to return to the crew. That garnered me a little attention from the owners of Okemah lumber company, who were good friends with my dad and john. Okema plumbing did a lot of work for Okemo lumber and vice versa so I appreciate it and excepted the offer. Which brings us item #3.
Item #3 – Okemah Lumberyard: My dad got me this job and I really enjoyed it because I got to visit all ranchers around contractors and just every day people I was a delivery man and a lumber stacker and in all around Gopher. My dad also done most of the plumbing for Okemah lumberyard this was before he owned Okemah Plumbing. It was working for them that he learned his plumbing skills. Since this is a tell all here goes: I made a delivery turn old friend of the family. They were trying to put in plumbing into their house and they wanted to use galvanized pipe which was common in those days but they didn’t have a way to put threads on them so I helped him put threads on them but then they asked if they could borrow the galvanized pipe threader. I said sure as a matter fact I said you can have it… Probably a lot of reasons I said that but don’t matter it was stealing from a company that my dad worked for and I’ll never forget how that made me feel but I also never admitted it and they never figured it out. Actually. Actually they never mentioned it was missing. My 3rd job, my first theft on a job and my first regret what I did working for the other man… Call that on my mind and a few beers laterI decided to join the Air Force. And as usual there’s a whole story as to when and how and why I decided on the Air Force. One of my cousins joined me. He only lasted through basic training – more on that later.
item #4 Lackland Air Force Base Tx: One of the biggest employers I ever work for – US Air Force. Lackland AFB where I took basic training and Lowery Air Force Base in Denver Colorado where I went to photography school and then Holloman Air Force Base where I served the longest and met my bride Camilla. It was at lower Air Force Base that I first encountered outright prejudice. The barracks I lived in was about 20 to 30% black and they amaze me. I like their music, I like them and I like being friends with them but the whites in the barracks did not like me. I didn’t care then and I still don’t care now. I made friends there that done me well in Vietnam call some of those fellow black classmates a palled with in Vietnam. At opne point the prejudice was so thick you could cut it with a knife and a few up-a-tee whites said I had to do something about it and get rid of my black roommate and my black friends and I said kiss my white ass… Instead they tried to kick it but by then I had made some real friends and they had my back. I’ve thought it and said it many times ever since. Especially in Vietnam, don’t try to dictate to me who I should like or dislike. You won’t like the results.
Item #5 Household Finance downtown Albuquerque: And when I say downtown I mean downtown – soon after going to work there Camilla got a job nearby at Merrill Lynch, Pierce, Fenner & Smith Investments. She was really good at her job and rightly so her boss loved her he thought Camilla was a hard worker and he wanted her to move up in the company. He wanted her to become an account executive.
In this job I was like a fish out of the water. Can you imagine me helping other people deal with their finances…. Play ironic right I’m very good with it either. Everybody that sit down at my loan desk I wanted them to get the loan and honestly they often did so I had a few return customers and not always for the right reason.
Due Camilla having to be at work earlier than me I would often go in early and sleep on the carpeted floor until it was time to open the door.
You might say the straw that broke the camels back was when the guy came in with all the proof of identification he needed to get a loan. I got the loan approved for him and as he was walking out the manager of HFC was walking in and he asked me oh who is that a new customer and I said no that was Bob Smith one of our longtime customers and he let me know immediately that was not Bob Smith. Find out he was actually a homosexual and the identification he used was his lover. So he used his lovers name & ID’s to get the money and then went straight to the Gay bar to spend it. I run out of the office and followed him into the gay bar – big mistake – I decided almost as soon as I got inside the bar this was already a failed mission and knew I was going to suffer the consequences. And I did yep they fired me…. So I did the smart thing I went back to OSU Tech and got a two-year industrial electronics degree.
item #6 the GK furniture Store Downtown Okmulgee: where I worked a few weeks and got fired for helping the son of the owner who was a Vietnam veteran just as I was but he was suffering from PSTD. He actually almost got us both thrown in jail….you can read about TP who was the owners son. He gopt me in tro0ub le more than anyone in Okmulgee. He was a mess. More so them my other friend in Oklmulgee Eli Maghe! The strangest of my Okmulgee friends but for sure not as wild and crasy as TP. The trouble he got us into in Tulsa was TP’s fault but his Dad fired me anyway. I took the blam cause TP needed his dad and if his day really knew how it all went down he might have diasowned his messed up son…. read it here ‘Life changing sounds – Music, Beer Joints & a Baby’
Item # 7 Okmulgee Times-Spots editor & News Photographer: My favorite job of all time. How could it not be I was a sports editor and the paper photographer. I wrote stories for the Okmulgee Bulldogs, a state championship team, took pictures of their games and also took photos for all the other editors that work for the paper.
I did this one day a week all day and then five days a week from 3 pm (after classes at Oklahoma State tech) till 10 pm. Coaches and players are like appreciated my efforts, my love for the sport, and my enthusiasm and camaraderie for the players.
I loved taking photos for the Bulldogs but the hardest part was taking photos of accidents and other crimes that the editors wanted photos of further stories. I’m glad I didn’t have to ride to stories but it wasn’t no fun take enough photos either. So almost like being back in Vietnam in the morgue… Taking photos of beat up, bloodied and yes even dead bodies of young high school, college, families , drunks and old folks – mostly of carnage from car wrecks no one else wanted to cover. The editors were amazed I was willing to do it and not only willing but did it well. My Photos always came with captions and a backstory. They we’re not used to that!
Item #8 Bendix-United Geophysical Corp. Oil Expiration: My first job after finishing my technical training in industrial electronics at Oklahoma State technical institute. I think it was one of the best tech schools in the country. It mainly catered to Indians and blacks and handicaps and identifiers all three. I was first offered a job with Otis elevator company, one of the biggest in USA if not the world, but when Bendix acquired the United Geophysical Corporation (UGC) in 1965 they made me a no brainer offer. When it came along I jumped at it. I did not want to work in some big city for an elevator company even a good one like Otis… Oh by the way would’ve paid me better.
No doubt it was one of the coolest jobs ever. It is where I got addicted to Travel. To moving from town to town and hotel to hotel and bar to bar and restaurant to restaurant and job to job. Mostly we moved around in the panhandle of Oklahoma and Texas. We seldom stayed in a motel more than a few nights. One week stay was a long stay.
A lot of the places we went or towns in dry counties in the panhandle of Texas. But that didn’t matter it was just a challenge to make sure we went there with enough beer and booze to last for a week. They were a rough crew my kind of people and my boss and roommate was the permit man (Lee) who went before the company to get permits to go across their property. He needed a permit because sometimes we had to cut the fence and go through pastures and backyard in front yard looking for oil.
I was one of the few people Lee liked and he was very generous, There’s no way I could’ve drank as much, ate as well, and lived in as good of rooms as I did unless he was my buddy and paid the bill. UGC knew they couldn’t do it without Lee he had a way with the country folks and without him there wouldn’t have been a company so they were very generous to Lee and Lee was your very generous to me… Lee could drink like a fish even though he had cirrhosis he tried to calm his stomach and liver down by drinking tons of milk. It didn’t work very well he was sick a lot and I would cover for him as a friend would do. The company knew that and cut me some slack for doing it.
Lee was a permit man, I was the shaker box operator (the Doghouse or Recorder Box Operator), we had a jug crew (called Jug Hounds) vibroseis truck operator called Thumper Shaker driver. When I need to I would fill-in for the jug crew and shaker crew.
At the end of every day I would take the vibrations recorded on drums wrapped in film and extracted the data to show where there might be possible pockets of oil or gas or worst case scenario water. The whole thing you might say was a gamble but not a big one most pocket that deep underground had all her gas in them.
I know for a fact we made a lot of money for USG plus, the local people in the hotels, bars and restaurants. Most of the landowners liked us across their property because as I said before Lee was generous and would make good contracts with landowners so that they wouldn’t get upset and mess with us as we went across their property.
Item #9 Dynalectron Stallion Range: Camilla’s mom Mary got me this job. It was a good job and as far as the 6 man tracking camera operators I was one of two gringos. You might say this was my first real honest introduction into the Spanish culture, of which there was a big one in Socorro. Large Spanish community which was often overwhelmed by the college students trying to get into the school of mines but honestly the community did their best to tolerate the college students who were low on money morals and how old ambition.
When we arrived in Socorro there was not any apartments available because the students were arriving for the school of mines so we went up to a little town called Magdalena. Out past the Very Large Array’ (VLA) of satellite dishes. The VLA facility was and is a key resource for astronomers worldwide and has contributed significantly to various scientific discoveries.
The only place we could find in Magdalena was a room at a crappy abandoned mote right on the highway in the middle of townl. We were way over charge for such a small cockroach infected crappy place. We only lived there for a few days and finally found a fairly nice 4 room house that we thoroughly enjoyed. It was an old school house, with a swamp cooler and floor furnace. Camilla and I loved it. Magdalena had a small town attitude and we were out of town and therefore not really welcomed by the neighbors and even the local restaurants and bars which there were just a few. I understood, didn’t take it personally and actually won over a few of the locals, one of which I would carpool about 50 miles with to ‘Stallion Range’ with when I could.
The distance from work or to anything really, was a little too much for both Camilla and I. It was a long drive for me and Camilla had no friends locally so we finally found a place in Socorro. Very small little three room house on the north side of Socorro just passed the school of mines. Only 25 miles from work Stallion Range.
You soon get close to a crew especially one that stops to have a beer on the way home almost every day which we did at the Owl Bar. Everybody loved their burgers and they were famous for them. Better known for its burgers then it’s beer but it was a local family owned joint and we love stopping there on the way home. Manny’s Bar was across the street, also famous for his burger and beers, but it was the Owl Bar that we frequented.
Item #10 RATSCAT Pieces of Eigh then Dynalectron: Unlike like of my others Jobs I worked here several year so I got lots to say. Please bear with me if you want to skip the technical stuff go for it but there’s more information here than just electronics and gadgets and radar and government programs.
When I started working at rathskeller at pieces of eight had just won the contract from Dynalectron. Pieces of Eight didn’t keep the contract very long and Dynalectric took back over then a few months. Irregardless it was one of the most unusual jobs I’ve ever
Effective 1 July 1964, Operations and Maintenance came under the Air Force Missile Development Center at Holloman.
When I worked there in the early 70s there was only the Mainsite Building. Mainsite is located on the alkali flats region of WSMR, NM of Holloman Air Force Base, and due West of Tularosa. We mostly use the Tularosa gate to get to RATSCAT. Flat as a gourd and all around it was the rolling gypsum region of WSMR. That bright white gypsum is why it worked so well — a huge, flat, low-reflectivity ground plane.
Huge radar dishes circle the S, W, and N side of the main building. The large dishes were for low frequency the small dishes of course extremely high frequencies. It was already the premier DoD facility for radar backscatter testing. The facility gave a signature to every missile airplane that might be used in war and that signature would tell the radar people what was approaching. And often even if it was enemy or friendly because of the material it was made from.
It was a ground plane RCS range with monostatic and bistatic capabilities to support everything from small reentry vehicles to full-scale operational targets. We would mount everything from Small projectile missiles to full-scale fighter jets on Styrofoam blocks and then World recorded signature. The Styrofoam was placed on a large rotating table (kind of like a plate in the microwave only this table was big and could hold large objects) and as the table turned a full 360degs we recorded they received signal onto a graph paper which was called a signature. A pit crew of 2 to 4 p[eople (depending on the size of the object) would roll the object a few degrees and turn it 360° again and get another signature and we would continue that until the DOD felt we had what they needed. A full and accurate signature.
The Mainsite and its 4 pits provides the capability of measuring full-scale models and flyable aircraft weighing up to 100,000 pounds.
Targets were mounted on beaded polystyrene foam columns on rotating turntables — designed to minimize their own return and keep ground cluttered down — in pits.
The workload in the early 70s was Cold War bread and butter: ABRES — Advanced Ballistic Reentry Systems — warheads, decoys, missiles, and conventional fighters and bombers. They were cataloging exactly how big everything looked to Soviet radars. Everyone was trying to build a missile or a fighter plane that radar couldn’t detect. Our job was to let Deon D know that they were successful or not…
I was there, at WSMR, in the early 70s, and was playing radar Tech on alkali gypsum flats that was quietly measuring everything, right before it was asked to measure something that was supposed to measure zero. Cool is that.
Without the Radar Opertors and then pit crews to operate the facility the fancy dishes outside were just expensive yard art.
Here’s what we were actually doing there told in Okie terms: The two dishes mentioned: The transmitter dish was shouting, and the receiving dish was listening. The transmitter dish was blasting radar energy at the target sitting out on the alkali flat. The receiving dish was listening for the tiny echo bouncing back off it.
The range is called a ground plane Radar Cross Section (RCS) range with monostatic and bistatic capabilities. Monostatic is when the same dish does both shouting and listening. Bistatic is what you described — one dish transmits, one dish receives, separated. In the early 70s we did a lot of bistatic because it tells us what an enemy radar somewhere else would see.
That flat white gypsum we operated on was in a way part of the antenna. The ground bounce mixes with the direct signal to make a nice flat wave at the target, like the radar is infinitely far away.
What was on the other end: Out in the pits — Mainsite is divided into two main ranges: The North Range, comprised of Pits 3, 5, and 6, and Pit 2 in the West Range — they had those foam columns on turntables. They put everything from little reentry vehicles up to real fighters up there and spun them around slow, so our machines inside could record how loud the echo was at every angle. The foam was so radar wouldn’t see the column itself, only the target.
Those data collecting machines we ran: In ’70-’73 were pen recorders and magnetic tape decks hooked to the receivers. Every wiggle on the paper was the radar cross section at that particular item beingsignatured. If our calibration was off, or the tape slipped, the engineers had nothing. The measurements range that can handle full-scale models and flyable aircraft was useless without a good operator inside keeping the data clean and the signature recorder calibrated.
We were literally writing down how visible America’s weapons were. A few years after you left, they started putting funny-looking faceted models on that same pole, and when your old machines showed almost nothing coming back, the Air Force knew stealth worked.
I really didn’t need to know the theory or the science behind how this all worked. All I needed was to work together with the crew to make the big wigs theory measurable, and we did. My two-year industrial electronics certificate at OSU Tech was paying off.
Night Shift Got Things Done. I mainly worked the third shift call the night shift because the Day shift was full of ties and slide rules, the night shift crew was the ones who actually kept the place humming.
Ten at night till six in the morning is when that range was at its best anyway. Less radio chatter in the air, less wind shaking those foam columns around, equipment ran cooler, and if you had something sneaky sitting out on the pit you didn’t want every eyeball on base seeing it at noon. Night was when they did the real work. PhDs can draw a radar cross section on a chalkboard all day, but it takes guys who know how to keep a transmitter from drifting at 3 AM, how to coax a tape deck back to life, how to not lose data when a dust devil rolls across the flats…
By the way the did not get in the way of us enjoying a beer together. Miss Opals bar on Holloman side of Alamogordo would open for us at 7am for a few cold ones before breakfast… that’s pure Alamogordo / Holloman in the 70s. Clock out, cold beer, then go home and try to sleep while the rest of the world is waking up. The day shift will never understand that.
Item #11 Beech AreoSpace Inc. (BASI) MQM 107 Drone: one of my fellow radar technicians at rats cat was Bill Bowden. At RATSCAT I worked with and trained Bill as a radar technician. We became real buddies and friends. Bill lived in El Paso so I wanted to get closer to his wife and after meeting her I can understand why so he took a job at or Orogrande Range Camp as the top electronics maintenance man both on the electronics of the drone and the electronics of the radar. He asked me to join him and I love the idea and jumped at the opportunity.
Bill quickly moved up the ranks with BASI just as BASI becoming bigger and bigger government contractors. If my memory serves me right I think he even trained for a time at the main beach aircraft facility in Wichita Kansas. He was willing to teach me everything he knew because that’s what I did for him at RATSCAT plus he knew I would never be a threat to his position with BASI in Orogrande.
one of the first big international drone contacts BASI acquired was in Korea. Their first year there didn’t go so well so Bill asked if I would go and do whatever it took to make it work at a US Army called Sea Range in Korea. Again I jumped at the opportunity.
Like me Bill loved his beer but unlike me he didn’t care much about bars. The only bar I remember drinking with him in was the bar in Orogrande called ‘My Place’. By the time I started working at BASI Orogrande Range Camp the bar had already became an every day stop after work. The El Paso to Orogrande shuttle van, that Bill always drove, would stop there almost every day after work on the way to El Paso. I would stop with them on my way to Alamogordo. One person from the van would come in an order for the whole van. The BASI drone crews were good customer for that little bar. It was either because when the Van crew went home I would stay and play a while.
The bar was across the street from Camilla’s uncle Perry Brunson gas station and we already enjoyed each other’s company hunting and trapping and now playing poker and drinking. Perry carried a pistol in one back pocket and a fifth of whiskey in the other. I brought this up because Bill felt the same way about Perry as I did. They were both my kind of people. You can read more about the whimsical & odd characters that frequented the My Place bar in the one pony town in Orogrande here.
It was with BASI in Orogrande NM that I was introduced to the MQM107 drone. There are lots of photos posted on my story of the time I spent with BASI in Iran & Korea here.
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