I keep finding myself in interesting places. Or places where interesting things occur.
Remember me grumpfing a fortnightplus ago that I hadn't had any luck getting re-acquainted with a flyable Cobra?
The interesting thing occuring in the interesting place I am at present is the happy discovery (to me, anyway) that not *all* the FMC AH-1Fs that the Army dumped withdrew from its inventory years ago either wound up as assets in a foreign military service or as instant condos for sushi-on-the-hoof.
And I already knew about the few flying de-mils in civil hands (FMC = decidedly *not* demilitarized).
[insert huge grin]
If tomorrow today goes as well as the last couple of days have, I head back to Jersey, get a day and a half to clean up the last items on the honeydew list (which has been growing since I've been here, naturally) and split. If everything goes as planned, I'll be several time zones east of the Prime Meridian by Tuesday morning and sufficiently jetlagged that NVG flying will be v-e-r-r-r-y interesting.
And I've been poring through the vocabulary chapter of the handy-dandy Handbook they gave me and not having any luck at all finding the phrase "Crew Rest."
Heh. "Hours and hours of boredom punctuated by moments of sheer terror." Hope you've got the newbies all trained up, Carborundum, ol' chum. Ummmmm, and speaking of the newbies, why don't you assign one of 'em to fly with me? They're all short enough to sit on my lap without obstructing my view of the instrument panel. I'm thinking Callie-whatever-her-name-is would be perfect for the job. Callie Pigeon or -- oh, yeah, that's it.
Callipygia...
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Update [1737 Central Time]: *huge. honking. grin.*
The old guy's still got it, kids -- I'm outta here at 0430 in the mornin'.
And I do believe I'll have a beer with supper. I caught the news last night and the next interesting place I'm going is getting really, *really* interesting...
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