Sunday, September 10, 2006
Twas the Night Before the Flightline
All through the barracks, not a creature was stirring, not even the locals bedded by yet another Moose Jaw Pilot.
0607 was tucked in their beds, snoring loudly, shaking off what they imbided the night before.
Tomorrow I show up for Met brief, 0730hr, for a flight at 1620 late that afternoon.
There is a stack of Manuals/Orders I was to have read, which I have read maybe...half. Regardless, I am excited. Friday morning, I had my fourth early morning Sim. I had my checks cold, and recieved another superior, it was like I actually knew what I was doing. Naturally I was scared shitless, and still fucked up now and again. The sim instructors are all civilians, they want you to pass, the flight instructors want qualified pilots. The flight insturctors will be a tougher sell.
One step closer to wings(only two years to go!), its exciting. Im doing what they pay me for...madness.
Yesterday, to celebrate, we did a Tac Eval (Tactical Evaluation). We bought a bunch of beer, hotdogs/hamburgers/steak/chicken/pork chops, our own BBQ and showed up on a coursemate's lawn.
The coursemates lawn in question were the Hungarians. Up to this point, they had not come to a lot of our functions, so we decided to bring the function to them. We basically invited ourselves to their place for a BBQ. You can't do this in the civi world, and its too bad.
About 30 minutes into the BBQ the Hungarians realized we were there and came out. We supplied them with Beer and Chips and food. We BBQ'd 'til about midnight, cleaned up our mess and wheeled the BBQ back to the house is belonged. It was like we were never there. We had some Hungarian Alcohol...it was awful, but aparently a deliciacy out there. There were honest to God PLUMS at the bottom of the bottle. Which someone ate and nearly got sick. These Hungarians, they are special guys.
So the course is healthy, we're on the flightline, and Im cleared for T/O...now if I can only remember what the go button is....
0607 was tucked in their beds, snoring loudly, shaking off what they imbided the night before.
Tomorrow I show up for Met brief, 0730hr, for a flight at 1620 late that afternoon.
There is a stack of Manuals/Orders I was to have read, which I have read maybe...half. Regardless, I am excited. Friday morning, I had my fourth early morning Sim. I had my checks cold, and recieved another superior, it was like I actually knew what I was doing. Naturally I was scared shitless, and still fucked up now and again. The sim instructors are all civilians, they want you to pass, the flight instructors want qualified pilots. The flight insturctors will be a tougher sell.
One step closer to wings(only two years to go!), its exciting. Im doing what they pay me for...madness.
Yesterday, to celebrate, we did a Tac Eval (Tactical Evaluation). We bought a bunch of beer, hotdogs/hamburgers/steak/chicken/pork chops, our own BBQ and showed up on a coursemate's lawn.
The coursemates lawn in question were the Hungarians. Up to this point, they had not come to a lot of our functions, so we decided to bring the function to them. We basically invited ourselves to their place for a BBQ. You can't do this in the civi world, and its too bad.
About 30 minutes into the BBQ the Hungarians realized we were there and came out. We supplied them with Beer and Chips and food. We BBQ'd 'til about midnight, cleaned up our mess and wheeled the BBQ back to the house is belonged. It was like we were never there. We had some Hungarian Alcohol...it was awful, but aparently a deliciacy out there. There were honest to God PLUMS at the bottom of the bottle. Which someone ate and nearly got sick. These Hungarians, they are special guys.
So the course is healthy, we're on the flightline, and Im cleared for T/O...now if I can only remember what the go button is....
# posted by Ty @ 2:36 PM 
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Eeeeee! Is that a word? No! Do I care? NO! I'm trying to convey my excitement! Yay, you finally get to fly things! Huzzah! Now when I tell people you fly things I'm not "stretching the truth".
One would hope you remember the go button... One would hope. But if you forget you can always ask: "Now if I were a go button, where would I be?" Perfect. It's what I would do.
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