Homestead Air Reserve Base
| Airfield information | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| IATA: HST – ICAO: KHST – FAA LID: HST | |||
| Summary | |||
| Elevation AMSL | 7 ft / 2 m | ||
| Website | www.homestead.afrc.af.mil | ||
| Runways | |||
| Direction | Length | Surface | |
| ft | m | ||
| 5/23 | 11,200 | 3,414 | Concrete |
Homestead Air Reserve Base (ARB) (IATA: HST, ICAO: KHST, FAA LID: HST) is a United States Air Force base located approximately 6 miles (9.7 km) east-northeast of Homestead, Florida.
The host unit at Homestead is the 482d Fighter Wing (482 FW) assigned to the Air Force Reserve Command Tenth Air Force. The 482 FW is a fully combat-ready unit capable of providing F-16C multi-purpose fighter aircraft, along with mission ready pilots and support personnel, for short-notice worldwide deployment. The wing has more than 1,500 members, including approximately 1,200 reservists, of which 250 are full-time reservists, in addition to 300 full-time civilians.
Homestead ARB was established in 1942 as Homestead Army Airfield (AAF). After its destruction by Hurricane Andrew in August 1992, the base was taken off active status and rebuilt, reopening as an Air Force Reserve facility in 1994. The 482d Fighter Wing is commanded by Colonel Donald R. Lindberg.
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