Thursday Bag o’ Normalization

How is any of this normal? What is wrong with us that we want to pretend it is? […]

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Air-Minded: Walk My Elephant, Airman

Far be it from me to question the training and readiness benefits of recalling personnel, generating aircraft, loading weapons, and staging a mass launch. […]

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Sunday Bag o’ Minimums

Isn’t it about time we impose visibility and braking action limits on drivers? Or at a minimum, on drivers of large commercial vehicles? […]

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Air-Minded: A Matter of Some Gravity

Here’s a way to think about pulling Gs and why it hurts: if you weigh 200 pounds, at 9 Gs you’ll weigh 1,800 pounds. Consider that for a moment. Ready for your centrifuge ride? […]

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The Final Countdown

Seven days, baby. Have you finished your shopping? […]

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Air-Minded: Define “Best”

If I were king of the Air Force, I’d keep it in the drawer for private viewing, along with my stash of porn. […]

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Saturday Bag o’ Memories & Updates

When I drove handicapped patients for the Tucson VA Hospital, I had one skinny old guy who took three trips a week to University Medical Center for radiation treatment. […]

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Air-Minded: Counting My Squadrons

I completed four operational flying assignments as a pilot in the United States Air Force. My career, with its balance of operational and staff assignments, was more or less typical for USAF pilots of my generation. What was different … and I’m sure it was nothing more than happenstance … is that the flying squadrons my family and I called home were not only low-numbered ones, but came in ascending numerical order: from the 8th Flying Training Squadron to the 32nd Tactical Fighter Squadron, then on to the 43rd TFS and finally the 44th TFS. How many USAF veterans can say that? […]

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