“AIR RAID PEARL HARBOR. THIS IS NOT A DRILL” Seventy years ago those words ushered in a period of unbelievable agony, trial, effort and sacrifice. What was once before was forever changed afterward. Jack-booted thugs bent on their “Final Solution” strode cobblestone streets of the land distantly remembered as the forebear of a new nation,…
Summer – 1973; Scribner, Nebraska. Nebraska, particularly the central region with its broad, flat plains and farms laid out with near geometric precision, was a great place to learn to fly. The far horizon was a firm, straight line without the distractions of geologic features. The quilt work patches of fields bordered by arrow straight…
Early in the new year and it has been a busy one for Navy, setting aside all the work going into the Haiti relief effort. No, instead we witnessed two more CO’s being relieved, with one in particular, gaining special notoriety. To wit, there has been a pretty lengthy re-telling of first- and second-hand accounts…
“AIR RAID PEARL HARBOR. THIS IS NOT A DRILL” Sixty-nine years ago those words ushered in a period of unbelievable agony, trial, effort and sacrifice. What was once before was forever changed afterward. Jack-booted thugs bent on their “Final Solution” strode cobblestone streets of the land distantly remembered as the forebear of a new nation,…
A quick look at the sidebar will reveal a variety and number of books read over the course of the past year, oft times engendering discussions off-site as to selections and purpose. Looking at the current working stack on my desk, I thought I’d take this opportunity to talk to why these particular selections.  Understanding…
This is the conclusion of the 4-part series. Parts 1-3 may be found by following the links in the margin on the left. “Alpha Whiskey, Alpha Romeo, Tango One. Tango One recommends launching all available alert. Multiple bogeys inbound. Break, track 1231 now non-squawker, negative Mode 4, investigating with 9B. Setting station 9B with 11B”…
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After 15 years I still do miss it. At times, terribly, because of the shipmates I had over the years. The noise of flight ops, the HCT-10 in my hydraulic shops on Ranger and Kitty Hawk, the Boatwain’s Pipe and on and on.
That funny looking trawler waiting off the VACapes. The Cape Henry Light coming over the horizon. Things like that. Yeah. I still miss it. Oh, how I do MISS IT.