The Colorado Springs Tent Camp was established in 1943 after the May 1942 Colorado Springs Army Air Base (to the east adjacent to Peterson Field), and post-war the Tent Camp gained the 1946 Fifteenth Air Force headquarters for bomber operations, including Radar Bomb Scoring (RBS). "Colorado Springs" had the 206th Army Air Force Base Unit (RBS) activated on June 6, 1945, which initially controlled RBS detachments at Kansas City and Fort Worth Army Airfield. From August to March 8, 1946, as the 63rd AAFBU, the headquarters was at Mitchel Field on Long Island, New York, and after returning to Colorado Springs, was renamed the 263rd AAFBU. The 263rd, after transferring from 15th AF to directly under Strategic Air Command, was redesignated the 3903rd Radar Bomb Scoring Squadron (SAC) effective on August 1, 1948 and by August 25, 1949, the 3903rd RBSS controlled the nearby "Denver Bomb Plot" RBS detachment. In 1949** the installation was renamed Ent Air Force Base and the 15th AF HQ departed for March AFB (the 3903rd went to Carswell AFB and became a group in 1951).
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