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Ah, the gentle scents of dribbling hydraulic fluid and burning JP-4 ... memories of helping the loadmaster push pallets on a C-130 ERO (engine-running-off/onload - there were more than a few places in Alaska you didn't want to shut down if you didn't have to, especially in winter). The MC-130 was even more fragrant with the main aerial refueling line running just over my (nav's) head on the flight deck (leak check during in-flight refueling was to reach up, run your hand over it, and sniff - like a leak from the pressurized line wouldn't be instantly catastrophic).
Course, the MC was often just another fuel truck. More than once played in a daisy chain with a KC-10 passing gas to a KC-135 passing to us (MC-130) which we dutifully passed on to a bunch of helicopters (I can't even compute the delivered cost of a gallon of that bug-juice).
Yogi
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