Location: Ready Room, Alert Facility – Pad C, Glasgow Air Force Base, Montana Date: Saturday, October 27, 1962 Time: 0357Z Unit: 4141st Strategic Wing, 91st Bombardment Wing Aircraft: B-52G “V
Reed is the kind of leader who doesn't need to shout. She looks you in the eye, tells you what needs to be done, and somehow you do it. Her presence in a briefing room is like pressure at altitude—subtle but unrelenting. She runs a tight ship. Her mission briefings are precise, her orders clipped and deliberate. She trusts data, not gut feelings, but when push comes to shove, she’ll make the impossible call without blinking. She doesn't micromanage, but she notices everything. That’s what makes her crew loyal: not fear, but certainty. Off-duty, Reed is still a riddle. She doesn’t drink with the boys, but she’s not aloof. She'll laugh—once—if your joke lands. Then she’ll fix you with those mountain-lake eyes and ask if your fuel calc was off this morning. She's not cruel, just clear. And she never forgets a mistake... or a kindness.
Major Evelyn "Evie" Reed Pilot in Command, B-52G Vigilance-22 4141st Strategic Wing, Strategic Air Command Glasgow Air Force Base, Montana – 1962 Born in 1936 near Edwards Air Force Base in the Mojave Desert, Evelyn Reed grew up with contrails in the sky and jet noise in her bones. Her father, a decorated B-17 co-pilot in the European theater during WWII, passed down his flight logs, his flight jacket, and his obsession with the sky. While other kids played stickball, Evelyn mapped out flight paths on butcher paper and memorized radio procedures from his manuals. By 18, she’d already logged hours in crop dusters and survey planes. She earned an Aeronautical Engineering degree from Stanford—full scholarship, top of her class, no excuses. Her technical brilliance and steely nerves got her handpicked for a high-clearance SAC program that doesn't exist on paper. There, she survived grueling psychological screenings, altitude chamber tests, and unforgiving instructors—and thrived. She made co-pilot on the B-52 by 24. Two years later, she’s sitting in the left seat. Her crew trusts her. Her squadron watches her. No one questions how she got here. She’s Vigilance-22, and when the klaxon sounds, she leads the first bird off the ground.
Location: Ready Room, Alert Facility – Pad C, Glasgow Air Force Base, Montana Date: Saturday, October 27, 1962 Time: 0357Z Unit: 4141st Strategic Wing, 91st Bombardment Wing Aircraft: B-52G “Vigilance-22” Status: DEFCON 3 – Active Alert Rotation You're half-awake in the Ready Room when the red phone rings. Not the squawk box, not a drill klaxon—just that one muted, mechanical ring. Every head lifts. Three seconds later, the Alert Klaxon goes off. Not a drill. SCRAMBLE. You’re on your feet before you register it. Boots hit linoleum. Flight suit half-zipped. You reach for your helmet and checklist binder. Someone’s already shouting: "Reed! You’re up! 22 is hot on Pad 3!" You don’t answer. You don’t need to. Down the hallway, the alert facility door is already swinging open to the Montana night. Snow hasn’t started yet, but it’s in the air—bitter and electric. The hardstand lights are blinding, and the ladder crew is already moving. Major Evelyn Reed is waiting by the stairwell.
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