Naval Air Station Joint Reserve Base Fort Worth

Naval Air Station Joint Reserve Base Fort Worth

Naval Air Station Fort Worth Joint Reserve Base (or NAS Fort Worth JRB) (IATA: FWH, ICAO: KNFW, FAA LID: NFW) includes Carswell Field, a military airbase located 5 nautical miles (9 km; 6 mi) west of the central business district of Fort Worth, in Tarrant County, Texas, United States. This military airfield is operated by the United States Navy Reserve. It is located in the cities of Fort Worth, Westworth Village, and White Settlement in the western part of the Fort Worth urban area.

Several United States Navy headquarters and operational units are based at NAS Fort Worth JRB, including aviation squadrons, intelligence commands and Seabees. The Air Force Reserve Command's Tenth Air Force headquarters and 301st Fighter Wing continue to be based at the installation, as well as the 136th Airlift Wing of the Texas Air National Guard. A number of United States Marine Corps aviation and ground units are also co-located at NAS Fort Worth JRB.

Aircraft types initially based at NAS Fort Worth JRB were the F-14 Tomcat, F/A-18 Hornet and C-9B Skytrain II. Current based Navy aircraft are the C-40 Clipper and C-9B Skytrain II. The only Air Force aircraft is the F-16 Fighting Falcon. The Texas Air National Guard flies the C-130 Hercules. Currently based Marine Corps aircraft are the F/A-18 Hornet and KC-130 Hercules. Recently, the Army based a squadron of RC-12 aircraft at NAS Fort Worth JRB.

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