Whiteman Air Force Base

Whiteman Air Force Base

Airfield information
IATA: SZL – ICAO: KSZL – FAA LID: SZL
Summary
Elevation AMSL 870 ft / 265 m
Coordinates 38°43′49″N 093°32′55″W / 38.73028°N 93.54861°W / 38.73028; -93.54861Coordinates: 38°43′49″N 093°32′55″W / 38.73028°N 93.54861°W / 38.73028; -93.54861
Website www.whiteman.af.mil
Map
KSZL
Runways
Direction Length Surface
ft m
1/19 12,400 3,780 Concrete
9/27 (Closed) 7,310 2,228 Asphalt
13/31 (Closed) Unknown Unknown Asphalt

Whiteman Air Force Base (AFB) (IATA: SZL, ICAO: KSZL, FAA LID: SZL) is a United States Air Force base located approximately 2 miles (3.2 km) south of Knob Noster, Missouri; 70 miles (110 km) east-southeast of Kansas City, Missouri.

The host unit at Whiteman AFB is the 509th Bomb Wing (509 BW), assigned to the Eighth Air Force of the Air Force Global Strike Command . The 509 BW operates the B-2 Spirit Stealth Bomber, designed to be employed to strike high-value targets that are either out of range of conventional aircraft or considered to be too heavily defended for conventional aircraft to strike without a high risk of loss.

Whiteman AFB was established in 1942 as Sedalia Glider Base. The commander of the 509th Bomb Wing is Brigadier General Thomas A. Bussiere . Its Command Chief Master Sergeant is Chief Master Sergeant Lee Barr.

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