Carswell Air Force Base, (1942–1994) was a United States Air Force Strategic Air Command (SAC) base located about 5 miles (8.0 km) northwest central of Fort Worth, Texas, United States; the air force base is mostly within the Fort Worth city limits and has portions within Westworth and White Settlement. For most of its operational lifetime, the base's mission was to train and support heavy strategic bombing groups and wings.
With the end of the Cold War, the 1991 Base Realignment and Closure (BRAC) Commission recommended that Carswell AFB be closed by 1994. This decision was later modified so that most of the installation would be converted into a Joint Reserve Base, retaining the Air Force Reserve presence that had historically been located at Carswell AFB and relocating Navy Reserve, Marine Corps Reserve and Air National Guard flying units from nearby Naval Air Station Dallas, that was also identified for closure. Today, the base is known as Naval Air Station Joint Reserve Base Fort Worth/Carswell Field and is operated by the United States Navy.
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