819th Strategic Aerospace Division

The 819th Strategic Aerospace Division (825th SAD) is an inactive United States Air Force organization. Its last assignment was with Strategic Air Command, assigned to Second Air Force, being stationed at Dyess Air Force Base, Texas. It was inactivated on July 2, 1966.

Activated in 1956 as an intermediate command echelon of Strategic Air Command, supervising and directing the combat training of its subordinate units in the Central Midwest of the United States from February 1956 – July 1966.

The division emphasized flying operations, flying training, and aircraft maintenance. In fulfilling its duties, the 819th participated in numerous tactical training exercises throughout its existence. Initially as an Air Division, controlled B-47 Stratojet wings, added SM-65 Atlas ICBM wings in 1962 and being designated as a Strategic Aerospace Division. Phased out B-47 and briefly being re-equipped with B-52 Stratofortress wings in 1962, B-52s reassigned in 1966.

Inactivated in 1966 as a result of SM-65 Atlas ICBM being retired.

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