Women in Combat? Why? (Part II)

The FRH included in some MREs, made for a nice hand warmer.

 

Yeah, I know what happened with Tailhook. That is not what I was talking about. And you must be old if you do not know about "69" being the go-to arbitrary figure. So much for being the cool, crusty old guy. Shoe.

 

so to speak...

 

It was essential when dining at Mitch's at USAFA too. Part of the reason I transferred out of there was the (*)(*)(*)(*)ty food and minimal availability of Choco Tacos.

There once was a time. I was one of those purposeless ***** that flew the F-15C. Now there is someone that sits in back and says stupid crap that I do not have to listen to.

 

I thought you were "transferred" out of the Air Force Academy because of that incident with the Naval Academy's goat mascot...something about a trip to Tijuana.

 

It told me it was 18!

 

I approve of this type of humour.

 

It wasn't so bad at K2 until the Army decided we should not be allowed to buy grub from the locals because it was "unsanitary." Like living over a toxic waste dump was any better! MREs have their place--in the bottom of my grab-and-go bag next to the extra mags and GPS. Fine for emergencis, but not for everyday use.

Mudhen driver, are you? Well, not as bad as all that, then. At least they could find one person willing to let you drive.

 

What the hell is that? Humor, but metric?

Hahaha. Yet the locals prepare all the food at the DFAC at Bagram. Talk about unsanitary. I love the Hajii Beard Hair Omelette...

I could divulge more than I should, but in short I am and will always be a Mudhen driver. That is until I get too old, senile, and passive enough to consider a job as a quiche-eating airline pilot.

One person? I always drive. My fiancé does not touch the wheel if I am going along with him somewhere. Unless someone proves to have faster reaction times and more situational awareness, I commandeer the vehicles, son.

 

Enjoy your time in the sun...

Human beings are frail, and slow-moving , the human fighter pilot, is becoming obsolete.
Technology is surpassing what the human mind and body can keep up with in a cockpit.

 

And? These new toys coming out are not all that revolutionary or all that new of an idea. We've been using autonomous suicide drones for decades. We just called 'em cruise missiles. Easier to spell. And you could say the same thing for almost every guided missile out there.

There will always, drones or no, be a manned cockpit somewhere in the mix.

 

LOL! Maybe those MREs aren't so bad after all!

Most of the folks working the chow halls and the like I saw were, ironically enough, Russian or Ukrainian. More than a few IL-76 drivers flying in and out were old air froce veterans from the Soviet go-around. They had some really interesting perspectives on how things were done back then and some (*)(*)(*)(*)ed scary stories. The mujahudeen were no joke back in their day.

Call me in twenty years and let me know how big a piece of quiche you'd like. And when you park your oversized flying vacuum cleaner in DM, they'll be a herk there to pick you up and take you home.

"Son?" Fighter chicks! LOL! I knew I liked you. FWIW, I prefer to be chuaffered around. Give me more time to drink.

 

To Ms. Governor's intended, should he happen to read this: are you keeping your surname?

 

The OODA loop, I'm sure Gov knows about it...is being compressed with advanced avionics as it is. We're a long way from autonomous unmanned systems, but rest assured designing combat aircraft around a human crew greatly limits the operating envelope.

 

I lived in England for four years 15 years ago and somehow retained that. I'm actually pretty shocked I spelled it that way.

I think I got food poisoning twice on my first deployment. It was a combo of eating native food and cooking on a 55 gallon drum with JP8 and pressure treated wood from pallets. Since then, I've never had food poisoning once, and not counting boozing, haven't puked once. I think I built a permeanent cancerous shield in my stomach that laughs at anything in the U.S.


.....and its clear who wears the pants in your relationship.

 

Actually I joined in 69, that makes me what....200 or so? We were speaking of PC in the services, I gave you a rough order of when it happened and now you know something new, imagine that. Somehow I see you as having to blow out that restriction in that venturi tube on a initial indoctrination preflight.

 

I assume you're referencing UCDs when you talk about "venturi tubes." Females use a catheter attached to a piddle pack.

 

Thanks for the update, that is unless they're astronauts whom just use ultra heavy duty Pampers. The only birds outside of training (F-3H and A-4) that had them were "Hummers", even the dollar 18's, 31's and the boring assed C-9's had honeybuckets or airline style lavs. I have seen intake covers work as turd catchers on the Hummeroids, Ensigns are known to do the funniest things.

I give up, what's UCDs stand for? Ugly cup for dicks?

 

People said this 30 years ago too.

Nah. They are.

I just remember the Russians giving the haircuts. I love when they would talk about everyone in Russian as if we all had no idea what they were saying. You could never let them know you understood them because then they would stop talking about you. Hilarious.

The old school pilots from any country have the best stories. Now what do we have to tell? How some Hajii kid shot a MANPAD at you and how you had a scare for a brief second? What flying a mission on altitude hold feels like? (*)(*)(*)(*) it all.

The Mujahideen are insane. They also work at the DFAC at Bagram. One of them was missing an eye. At one point I actually got to see inside his head. I never asked for the back story because he looked a bit crazy. I just wanted my puke green tortellini shells.

Let me guess, you ride Herks so your drink of choice is a Molson's Light?

Hilarious. Yes, he is. I speak for him.

Yup. Thanks Boyd. The avionics and capabilities of the F-22 has nothing to do with what the other 99.69% of pilots have to deal with. I know the square root of (*)(*)(*)(*) about the JSF, but it sounds like it is going to be more like the Viper than the Craptor.

Need me to slap the Queen out of you?

That will do it. Kind of like drinking the water in Mexico. You can come back to drink water right out of LA's sewers and not (*)(*)(*)(*) yourself. And LOL @ "cancerous."

Gee, thanks for the lesson. The fighter pilot culture is being suppressed, so trust me when I say "I know, dickhead."

What is it with spending time on a boat and then fantasizing about blowing and tubes? Nevermind. Do not tell. I am still not open to hearing about your experiences.

 

Didn't need to, I spent a lot of time at NAF Andrews. I'm glad the nurses at Malcom Grow were well checked out on air start systems, easy marks.

 

UCD
Urine Collection Device

 

The other 99.69% of a pilot's time is spent on queep and choosing the color of their socks and t-shirt.

 

He's practicing for his Predidential run.

Are you high? The chow at Bagram was the freaking best. Px's were nice too. Only thing I HATED about going through BAF for leave and in and out of country, was having to salute. I swear, we saw more officers strolling up and down Disney like they were bored, than any other time in my deployment.
So anytime we went anywhere in a group, we'd space out ever 50 meters and salute as we went by. Most had a good since of humor once they realized what we were doing, a few just said screw it and walked across the street.

So....menopause?

Dont lie to us, we all know it's because your fiancé isn't going to stop and let you play with the goats.

 

Herk don't read any further

You know the Air Force typically gets 5-star dining and suites everywhere they go. DFAC food must be a disappointment I remember wishing my chowhall in 29 palms was run by KBR.

 

I remember they had freaking midnight chow, that was actually chow. When we would roll back in the wire, our "midnight" chow was sandwich meat and bread, assuming there was any bread left. The polish liked to take de-icing fluid and bread, and make hootch.

We were p*ssed until we found out what they were doing. After that we let em have all the bread they wanted.

Out last two months in country KBR came in and built a legit chow hall, was amazing. We also finally got a px about the same time, a 15x15 ft plywood room with a few shelves, would open about twice a week.

Were Ripits big when you were in country? They always had em in the chowhall, they were half the size of a regular can. I'd always grab about 5 of em and a few muffins for a days worth of chow. Hated MREs, really don't remember the last MRE where I didn't raft*ck the sides.

Ripit, muffin, and snuff. Good diet.