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August of 2004. And yes, yes I do have another financial management test to take this weekend. Thanks for asking. A little negative ‘g’ Viper FCF First flights Foot in mouth disease First day in the Navy Ben Stein’s last essay
Which they’re mostly flying stories. Written back when there was time for stuff [...]
I’m taking a financial management test today – so you don’t have to!
So here’s July 2004, or all of it that was worth saving.
Air strike Ejection seats I have known A little not enough gas In-flight refueling The fly in Trusting the LSO The goat locker Maybe I’m just anti-social? Single seat [...]
Going all the way back to the beginning, October and November of 2003.
The unbearable lightness of paddles Watching an Ejection z_user_name=”lex”; z_user_email=”lexl@mac.com”; z_post_title=”Archives”; z_post_category=”Friday Musings”; _uacct = “UA-510306-1″; urchinTracker(); Homecoming 2003 – the end of a war cruise Beliefs Going fast, stopping in a hurry The Hive Neil Diamond lied!!! Hwaet!
See the [...]
Only the best from December 2003 served up for you. It seems a lifetime ago somehow.
USNA and food fights
Killing an Eagle
On Faith
Yesterday…
If airplanes were women…
The Flight Physical
You know, what with ASM826 giving it away for free, and couple years worth of archives to use for a crutch [...]
Busy, is what. Too pressed to cobble new content together, isn’t it? Stuff going on, conferences, leadership.
So. A cuppla from not-so-wayback — April (with his shoures soote) of ought-five — but which might nevertheless be new to someone or t’other.
IP to target
BFM
Another trip through the way-back machine. Hey, it’s the weekend. Ecce, January 2004:
Overstress A couple of way cool vids… Equestrian Sports The time has come, the walrus said Port Visits – Perth Colors on the Stennis Navy Training, Sir! Bug Smashers The worst day ever For every thing there is a time Bad [...]
From February 2004, now:
Synchronicity USN or USAF? Coaching Soccer Hypoxia The helo dunker Crossing the line Rules to live by
They’re not awful.
As requested, your humble scribe gives the way-back machine a digital dusting off – so you don’t have to!
Sea stories mostly – and a bit of GWOT snark – from May and June 2004:
Midshipman Youngster cruise A bad weather day Night CQ, part III Night CQ, part II Night CQ, part I [...]
I know it’s out of sequence. Sue me.
F-4 Phantoms. It was 1983 and these were the last years of the Phantom. F-4S, low visibility paint, updated avionics, and slats on the wing that supposedly gave a 50% improvement in turning. We didn’t fly. We were maintenance. We fixed. Most of us took real [...]
More from ASM:
“On the bridge, we paused, looking down at the banka boats and the young women in gowns seated in them. Little boys swam and splashed around them. It would have been a pleasant scene except for the overwhelming odor of feces rising from the water. Large collections of garbage, held together [...]
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