|Birth: ||Nov. 18, 1946, USA|
|Death: ||Sep. 1, 1990|
Lt. Col. David "Super" Adams was responsible for all flying activities on the 118th Tactical Airlift Wing of the Tennessee Air National Guard. He trained and evaluated crew members and played a key role in the conversion of the unit from C-130A to C-130H2 aircraft. Quote from the late Maj. General Carl D. Wallace, Tennessee Adjutant General for many years; "Col. Adams was truly and outstanding officer, he was placed in a volatile demanding position with the aircraft conversion, and he responded in an outstanding manner." Prior to his position with the 118th, Lt. Col. David Adams served on active duty as a pilot and air traffic control officer. He was a graduate of Dubuque, Webster College, Squardron Officer's school, Air Command and Staff College and the Industrial College of the Armed Forces. He was called "Super Adams" by everyone that knew him at the 118th Tactical Airlift Wing. He was known by his ability to respond to problem areas and to get right to the heart of a problem. His awards include the Achievement Medal, the Commendation Medal, the Meritorious Service Medal, the Combat Readiness Medal, the Humanitarian Service Medal, the Korean Presidential Unit Citation and the Republic of Vietnam Gallantry Cross.
Lt. Col. David Adams was responsible for taking many photographs of the 118th Wing Aircraft, in flight or on the ground. He was an asset to the 118th Tactical Airlift Wing and the Tennessee Air National Guard. He was respected by his fellow officers and enlisted men. It was always a pleasure to see him walking down the ramp towards your aircraft.
Retired Master Sargent, Marcus L. Whitt
118th Airlift Wing, Tennessee Air National Guard
Berryfield, Nashville, TN
by John Gilliespie Magee Jr.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds---and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence, How'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew,
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
Nashville National Cemetery
Plot: PP, 0, 671
Maintained by: Marcus Whitt
Originally Created by: US Veterans Affairs Offi...
Record added: Feb 25, 2000
Find A Grave Memorial# 256511