Some ways to handle dealing with the Crabby Old Fart at FK

[Perldog007]

Being a veteran of the Naval Air Service, I have to chime in here. For an aviator, military type one each, Steve is well civilized.

A six month cruise after a six week work up on the carrier of your choice, preferably working in the hangar bay or flight deck, should illuminate my point for those not seeing the light.

I also have to sign on with the Damn the Toes party. I enjoy the posts. I find it refreshing when I talk to somebody trying to sell something and they aren't too busy kissing up to keep it real. Kilt On. Please.

[Warhoover]

For an aviator, military type one each, Steve is well civilized.

A six month cruise after a six week work up on the carrier of your choice, preferably working in the hangar bay or flight deck, should illuminate my point for those not seeing the light.

That definately puts it into perspective. As a veteran of 8 of those evolutions that about sums it up, especially when you hear those magic words "Gentlemen we have been extended"!

[The Wizard of BC]

OMG!!! Now that brought back some memories.

0200, 3 days out of Subic and you can still smell the stench.
Flight ops in full swing and rotor wash combined with the heat of engine exhaust.
5 birds down hard and the CAG bellowing over the squawk box.
Grease and sweat making wrenches slippery.
The cranial helmet making hot spots and my flight suit riding up my crack.
Then strap a whirling monster on your butt and hope to God you can find that little speck of hard deck again in all that blackness.
You stand down at 0445 and know it will all start again in 2 hrs so you plop down on a blade box till some gob comes along and drawls "Hey Marine, you can't sleep there."
Then you arrive on station and that creepy-crawly feeling starts again and you know it won't stop for the next 6 months. And you repeat the mantra over and over, "Big sky, little bullet."

[emolas]

OMG!!! Now that brought back some memories.

0200, 3 days out of Subic and you can still smell the stench.
Flight ops in full swing and rotor wash combined with the heat of engine exhaust.
5 birds down hard and the CAG bellowing over the squawk box.
Grease and sweat making wrenches slippery.
The cranial helmet making hot spots and my flight suit riding up my crack.
Then strap a whirling monster on your butt and hope to God you can find that little speck of hard deck again in all that blackness.
You stand down at 0445 and know it will all start again in 2 hrs so you plop down on a blade box till some gob comes along and drawls "Hey Marine, you can't sleep there."
Then you arrive on station and that creepy-crawly feeling starts again and you know it won't stop for the next 6 months. And you repeat the mantra over and over, "Big sky, little bullet."

But then it all seems to disappear when you pull into Subic and you hear that familiar "LIBERTY CALL, LIBERTY CALL..." on the 1MC

[The Wizard of BC]

Oh you would not believe Subic today. They paved the streets of the slop chute in Po city. There are jet ski rentals in what used to be s**t creek. The mystery-meat-on-a-stick vendors have health certificates. The San Miguel is all the right kind. The jeepmes are Dodge SUV's.

They dissasembled the Cubi Pt. O club and it's now in the museum at Pensacola.

Mermite beach now has a 5 star hotel with a trained dolphin show.

The repple deppple is a pizza hut for crying out loud.

[emolas]

Sigh... so much history gone to big-business capitalism.

At least Pattaya Beach is still going strong from what I hear. I really need to make a trip out there as a civilian and see what it's like without shore patrol following you around disapprovingly.

[walkerk]

Sigh... so much history gone to big-business capitalism.

At least Pattaya Beach is still going strong from what I hear. I really need to make a trip out there as a civilian and see what it's like without shore patrol following you around disapprovingly.

Uh-oh. I sense big disappointment. Big-business capitalism is what Pattaya is all about now.

Back on topic: I'm reminded about the story of the fellow in marketing who went to visit the engineering department and there found two men shouting at each other, pulling reference text off shelves and gesticulating at the pages, then making diagrams on blackboards. Of course, being in marketing, he had no idea what they were talking about. When this had run its course and one of the engineers had left, he asked the other: "Good gracious, whatever were you two arguing about. To which the engineer replied: "Arguing? Arguing! Whatever gave you that idea? Why, we were just having an interesting conversation."

Don't expect engineers to be the same as normal people.