"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
There I was at 30,000 feet
I’m putting this Air-Minded post back at the top of the blog because it’s an interesting bit of aviation history; new, I hope, to some of my readers. I wrote it in 2012, at a time when Mitt Romney and John McCain were competing for the Republican presidential nomination and the US military services were floating […]
I’m a convert, a missionary of the Church of Croc. Do you have a minute, sir, to talk about footware?
Here’s my latest photoblog from Pima Air and Space Museum in Tucson, Arizona, where I work as a volunteer docent.
The F-111, which initially appeared to be one of the all-time military-industrial complex boondoggles, proved to be an effective low-altitude high-speed penetrating bomber, and has an extensive combat record.
Far be it from me to question the training and readiness benefits of recalling personnel, generating aircraft, loading weapons, and staging a mass launch.
Seven days, baby. Have you finished your shopping?
If I were king of the Air Force, I’d keep it in the drawer for private viewing, along with my stash of porn.
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?