1967, during the Canadian Nationals, I crossed the border and landed my
Austria on the Strategic Air Command base at Plattsburg, NY – touched
down on a taxiway, rolled under the wing and engines of a B52 as I
turned down the ramp. Stopped between facing rows of B52s and K135
tankers. Had time to get out of the cockpit before armed guards rushed
up in a pickup truck. Traveled in the back on knees and knuckles to the
Guard House where I was interrogated by #2 to the Base Commander. He was
formal but interested and sympathetic because the previous week, on a
training flight to England, he had had his first glider ride.

Separating the Hangar Line from the Ramp was a suspended yellow rope.
“See that”, he said, “there are six thousand people on this base and
four thousand of them cannot cross that line – and you landed there”.
This meant that selected air force personnel had to derig and trailer
the glider. We were escorted by the military all the way to the Can/US
border to make sure we crossed.
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1960, at a US Nationals in Odessa, TX, I landed in a cotton field behind
the Texas State Asylum. My crew threatened to leave me there – an
appropriate place, said my wife – but that is another story.

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Charles Yeates

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