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.
Air-Minded: To Fly, Fight … and Twerk?
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.
Air-Minded: Nostalgia
That, right there, is where I spent the first four years of my flying career: Vance AFB in Enid, Oklahoma.
Air-Minded: What Are We Calling It, Again?
I’m not sure what’s up with this Phoenix Driver patch.
Air-Minded: Manly Men, Revisited
You probably think I’m being immature. Have you met any fighter pilots lately?
Air-Minded: Know thine Enemy
The flight doc knows you better than you might think, and is always watching and listening.
Air-Minded: Ramming Speed
PlaneHistoria, you fraud, you don’t know shit.
Creek Nickel
Fifteen years later Donna crossed paths with the wife of one of my instructor pilots, who seemed surprised to learn we were still in the Air Force. She was amazed Donna and her trouble-making ways hadn’t tubed my career years ago.