Air-Minded: the End of the Whip
This won’t be any kind of organized Air-Minded post, more a collection of thoughts & memories. But there’s a theme, and it’s flying in formation.
"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
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This won’t be any kind of organized Air-Minded post, more a collection of thoughts & memories. But there’s a theme, and it’s flying in formation.
If there’s anything worse in military aviation than losing your shit on the radio, I don’t know what it is.
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.
That, right there, is where I spent the first four years of my flying career: Vance AFB in Enid, Oklahoma.
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?
The flight doc knows you better than you might think, and is always watching and listening.
PlaneHistoria, you fraud, you don’t know shit.