Air-Minded: the Big Reveal (Corrected)
It’s called assignment night, sometimes drop night (because that’s the day new pilot assignments drop), and it’s a party.
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
There I was at 30,000 feet
It’s called assignment night, sometimes drop night (because that’s the day new pilot assignments drop), and it’s a party.
I posted a photo of USAF aggressor aircraft to Facebook. Friends were intrigued.
It must be spring, because I made the first of two annual treks to Pima Air & Space Museum today.
Last week, speaking at the Singapore Air Show, Boeing’s F-15EX program manager said the new version of the Eagle is capable of Mach 3 in a clean configuration. I questioned that claim, and did so publicly on social media.
Either way, I’m long out of the cockpit, probably vastly out of touch, and happy to admit my opinions may be ill-informed.
The average F-15 Eagle pilot (and me for sure) sees the two-seat pilot/WSO Eagle II as a step backward to F-4 Phantom/F-111 Aardvark days. Still a fighter, no doubt more capable than the single-seat Eagle, but …
I feel the need to blog.
Along with an anxious nation, I’ve been following news of Secretary of Defense Lloyd Austin’s secret hospitalization.