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Scene from upcoming summer blackbuster, “Hornets in the Mist”?
Okay, I’ll bite. What’s with all the “owes me money” comments in reference to other Hornet drivers?
Nothing much to it, really. A guy will ask you if you know so-and-so on the east coast and you’ll reply, “Of course I know him! Guy owes me money!”
Which, based on the rather casual attitude that naval aviators have with respect to fiscal responsibility once ashore (especially in foreign climes) is all too likely possible.
We all owe each other money. Mostly.
We just don’t keep track of it ’cause it gets way too confusing. Fuzzy memories of foreign ports and all…
Nose I’m sure owes me money. Can’t remember where it was but the glasses were huge!
Lex, it’s not just pilots who seem to be big spenders once ashore – it’ s all sailors, uniformed or otherwise.
This is a fact that I came to know too many years ago when, after college and not knowing what exactly to do with my self, I went sailing, the competitive ocean-racing kind of sailing. Well out of sight of land, the only navigation method allowed, other than dead recconning, was celestial. Back then, in the early 70’s, there was no GPS and the powers-that-were believed that it was good for the soul to learn the ancient art of the sextant. They were right and it was good fun and certainly gave us a feeling of connection to those sailors of old.
Well – three or four years of this gave me the insight that it was not just youthful exuberance that caused port calls to be full bore “rowdy.” After all, the elders in our group were having as much fun as we younger guys (they didn’t, for the record, get caught as often as we did in doing dumb stuff, however).
Bottom line, I figure that imbedded in us all is a yearning to be free, to explore, and down deeper still – there is fear . . . and after surviving the experience of the sea in small yachts and large ships, sailormen find that celebrating comes naturally and whatever it takes to have fun is cheap in the bargain. Simple as that.
I don’t know about other adventurers such as mountain climbers, or whatever, but I KNOW sailors and the fraternity of the sea. Party on boys.
I still remember the welching bubbas who owe me from rolling the bones in Klondike..they think I forgot. NOT.
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I get chills when I think of how reckless I was–at times–when we’d finally hit port. I had a lot of big brothers, and I owe them a lot more than $$$ for keeping me safe, and for getting me back to the launch on time!!!
Not to dampen the fun here, but is the ONLY way a Super can bust the number is to remove all the pylons? Tomcats could melt paint with tanks AND Phoenix pallets. But hey, thats progress. Right?
The “owes me money ” comment is from a movie too….I can’t remember which one right now-but I do know it was a ready room favorite.
Watch enough ready room movies they tend to all blur together.
Money owed or not – it’s plane pr0n on an already-crazy Wednesday morning.
Woot!
Skippy-san, you may be thinking of Stripes with Bill Murray. “Barneki? He owe’s me money!” Cheers!
I always wonder where they find these supersonic Hornets. The guys out of Pax that we used for targets in some of my T&E programs could only seem to manage M 0.9 or so on the deck.
If I needed M 1+ down low, I had to get an F-14 or a Saab Drakken (Flight International had a couple). I even had some Air National Guard guys promise me M 1+ in their F-15s, but they only made it to 0.95 under 5 kft. Breathin hard downhill, at that.
Sumpt’n bout drop tanks…
Yeah…sure. It’s all real funny ’til someone comes along and tries to collect….Just because your name’s Guy