At approx. 11PM we finally took off, over 24 hours after our initial departure time. I got into L.A. shortly after 8PM local time, never so glad to make it home safely.
Jay, I have an inkling of what you went through. When I was getting discharged from the Navy back during Viet Nam, I was on the USS Enterprise and was kept on duty until 3 days before the final day of my Navy Contract
(EAOS it was called). Then they gave me a packet of orders Telling me to "Proceed to Treasure Island California for discharge". Mind you, I was still on the "Big E" off the coast of Viet Nam. I was supposed to arrange my own
transportation! I talked to some people at Flight Ops and got a seat on the COD (the mail plane) into DaNang. Then I tried to get a flight to Clark AFB in the PI but I'd just missed the flight and there would not be another for 2
days. I talked to some guys in OPS there who told me if I could get a flight to Bangkok I could fly from there to Clark. They hooked me up with a flight to Bangkok where I had about 4 hours to screw around and flew to Clark
AFB. I then talked my way on a "puddle jumping" flight on an Air Force C-5 that stopped at every island (it seemed) between there and Hawaii. When we arrived in Hawaii we were told that the crew had to be rested 12 hours
before we could continue on to the mainland, so as all good sailors did, we went into town and got drunk and partied until time to leave. When we loaded back on the C-5, (mind you on the military flights all the passenger seats
are facing backwards because it's MUCH safer if the plane ditches in the water or crashes, supposedly) we taxied out to the runway, the pilot announced we were about to take off, he goes to full power and this huge airplane
starts down the runway at full speed. Then all of a sudden, the power shuts down the brakes are applied and the plane comes to a stop near the end of the runway. He turns around and taxies back to the other end where a
jeep and a couple of mechanics start working on something below us. We couldn't see shit but we knew they were fixing something. After about a half an hour the captain announces that the problem was fixed and we were
again ready for take off. Again the plane goes to full power we're heading down the runway and again, the brake go on, the throttle is shut down and the plane goes nose down as we stop again at the end of the runway. Again
we turned around and met the jeep again with the mechanics at the beginning of the runway. The C-5 was the biggest aircraft in the US military at that time and we ended up having 4 aborted take offs before we finally got in
the air. Turned out that they were getting an "indicator light" telling them that the landing gear would not retract, which was a faulty "indicator". By this time they had to refuel the plane again so we could make California. I made
up my mind that if they didn't get the plane off that trip, I was staying in Hawaii for the rest of my life. I'd spent 4 years in the Navy with 2 West-Pac cruises on the Enterprise working on the flight deck and I damn sure wasn't
going to let them kill me just as I was getting out!