I’m pretty well and truly knackered from all the time zones I’ve been across the last few, and have little to report apart from the fact that the experience of changing terminals and clearing security at Heathrow, I shall never again raise my keyboard up in anger against the TSA. Most likely. Suffice it to say that the Brits must have used differently abled people to raise their empire overseas than they did to puzzle out their airport traffic schemes back at home.
Here are a couple of not entirely discreditable tales from the flying days, as well as a rumination on what it means to be “senior” in the milblogosphere. Which anyways it turns out that I’m probably not the senior-most (a fact I was unaware of at publishing), but merely the senior-most admittedly still-serving pseudonymic milblogger. INCONUS. If that makes any sense. Which it doesn’t, even to me.
But back to the tales (April/May 2005):
And after this? Well, after this comes Rhythms, and that feels like only yesterday.
Oh, and since we’re on about memories, a correspondent asks:
“Can anyone tell me when the Navy first adopted the multi-color coded flight deck jerseys. My dad was an F-4N pilot and he gave me several jerseys (turtleneck) and I am a fan of everything Carrier Navy / USMC. I am trying to model the Lex / Sara / Ranger / Yorkie / and the Big E in the 1937-39 time frame and wanted to know if the colored jerseys were in use then. Thanks for any help!”
Well, surely the adoption of colored-jerseys predates my service, and harkens back to the days of wooden decks, if not square rigged heavy frigates.
B2 – maybe you can help the man? You’re pretty old.