Air-Minded: Radio Voice
If there’s anything worse in military aviation than losing your shit on the radio, I don’t know what it is.
"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
You really never leave
If there’s anything worse in military aviation than losing your shit on the radio, I don’t know what it is.
Hola, amigos! It’s been a while since I’ve posted a bag’s worth o’ miscellany.
I was around in the boys’ club days of the Air Force, when NCO and officers’ clubs would bring in strippers, hard-working women who earned every dollar we stuffed in their G strings while fending off our drunken attempts to grope them. Nothing but respect. But those days are over.
My Father’s Day was lovely, as, I hope, was yours.
That, right there, is where I spent the first four years of my flying career: Vance AFB in Enid, Oklahoma.
Donna’s at her annual sewing guild retreat, partying with friends, free from the demands of kitchen, hearth, husband, and dogs.
I’m not sure what’s up with this Phoenix Driver patch.
You probably think I’m being immature. Have you met any fighter pilots lately?