When I was stationed in Japan, I flew C-130s. They were the oldest C-130s in the fleet at the time. They were twisted and bent and had bullet holes in them from Vietnam.
Our squadron had a dining-out which is a formal dinner to which the spouses are invited. The guest speaker was some general whose name I have deliberately forgotten. As part of the general’s speech, he mentioned that our unit was an “expendable unit” and that if a war broke out in Korea (or if he existing war started up again), we would have a 75% casualty rate. This didn’t do a lot for morale.
After the dining out, we went to the main bar in the O’Club. By this time my wife has had my car keys for several hours. I am at a table with my lieutenants (I was their flight commander). They asked me what I would do if the war broke out. I told them that I would take MAC Regulation 55-130 and the dash-one (both very thick manuals), put them on the seat and sit on them to keep my balls from getting shot off.
Unbeknownst to me, our Ops officer was sitting directly behind me. Fortunately he was as drunk as I was. He turned, raised his glass and said, “Hear, hear!”
When I was stationed in Japan, I flew C-130s. They were the oldest C-130s in the fleet at the time. They were twisted and bent and had bullet holes in them from Vietnam.
Our squadron had a dining-out which is a formal dinner to which the spouses are invited. The guest speaker was some general whose name I have deliberately forgotten. As part of the general’s speech, he mentioned that our unit was an “expendable unit” and that if a war broke out in Korea (or if he existing war started up again), we would have a 75% casualty rate. This didn’t do a lot for morale.
After the dining out, we went to the main bar in the O’Club. By this time my wife has had my car keys for several hours. I am at a table with my lieutenants (I was their flight commander). They asked me what I would do if the war broke out. I told them that I would take MAC Regulation 55-130 and the dash-one (both very thick manuals), put them on the seat and sit on them to keep my balls from getting shot off.
Unbeknownst to me, our Ops officer was sitting directly behind me. Fortunately he was as drunk as I was. He turned, raised his glass and said, “Hear, hear!”