Gulf Oscar Delta was the standard answer to "who gave permission to fire?"
Yeah, cenimo, but Golf Oscar Delta also spells G-O-D.
That's what I was getting at.
And AF radio traffic was usually totally different from you ground guys.
"Eagle leader to Eagle flight: on my signal, orbit niner-zero degrees and follow my lead for final combat run, be prepeared to expend all remaining, over."
"Barrier Six, request a trap recheck at the BAK Twelve."
"Tower, this is Four-Four, I request access to the Two-One runway at the south overrun, over."
"Double R, this is Tower, we have an in-flight emergency on a C-141, inbound at fifteen miles, there are twelve souls repeat, one-two souls on board. Stand by for immediate dispatch."
Speaking of radio com, I remember plowing snow one time on Taxiway Nine at Elmendorf AFB; it was snowing to beat the band, middle of the night, and all of a sudden, we looked up and in front and overhead of us there was the prettiest blaze of lights you ever saw. My driver said, "What the h--- is that?", and I yelled, "That's an
aircraft!"
He jerked the wheel as fast as he could crank it, and we ended up ditching the plow in a taxiway island; the aircraft went past us in this whipping whirl of snow, and
instantly, the radio crackled, "Maintenance Three-Six, Tower."
I picked up the mike and said, "Three-Six, Tower, go ahead." The ATC said, "Be advised of the C-141 southbound on Taxiway Nine due your position."
I looked at my driver and he looked at me, and I said, "Roger that, Tower, we have our traffic, thank you."
That was a case of someobody up in the tower who wasn't paying attention and was just a shade slow on the draw.....and we could have been killed because of it.
Fortunately, I am still here.