Berry Field Air National Guard Base is the military enclave of Nashville International Airport in Nashville, Tennessee. It has hosted the Tennessee Air National Guard 118th Airlift Wing (in various designations) since 1937. The base is home to Headquarters, Tennessee Air National Guard and the 118th Airlift Wing (118 AW), the latter serving as host wing for the installation. Berry Field and the 118 AW currently operate the C-130 International Training Center, an AETC activity in support of DoD Foreign Military Sales (FMS) of the C-130, training up to 150 international military C-130E and C-130H flight crew and maintenance students annually.
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