...hey, I can't be the only guy who had a sense of these birds looking like you were being attacked by a swarm of copter-beanie-wearing frogs from a bad 80's video game? Don't look at them as flying away - think of them as flying towards you...
That and I have to get my butt outta here for a daylong scholarship selection committee meeting where we solons of my Rotary District will interview the applicants and pick the recipient of a Rotary Ambassadorial Scholarship. If you've got a promising kid in school who'd like a funded year of study abroad while pursuing a college degree (to include post-grad work) - contact your local Rotary Club.
I mostly posted this because Homefront Six and MacGyver probably know most of the guys and gals flying these birds off to the wars.
CH-47 Chinook helicopters depart from Fort Hood, Texas, make their final flight to the Port of Beaumont before being deployed to Iraq, March 17, 2009. The crews and helicopters are assigned to the1st Cavalry Division's Company B., 2nd General Support Aviation, 227th Aviation Regiment, 1st Air Cavalry Division. U.S. Army photo by Sgt. Travis Zielinski
That and I have to get my butt outta here for a daylong scholarship selection committee meeting where we solons of my Rotary District will interview the applicants and pick the recipient of a Rotary Ambassadorial Scholarship. If you've got a promising kid in school who'd like a funded year of study abroad while pursuing a college degree (to include post-grad work) - contact your local Rotary Club.
I spent some time with the 1st Cav in the late '60s and we didn't call those birds Chinooks. Everytime we had to use them (or be used by them?) you'd be picking pebbles out of your flesh for the next week. And that one-exit-only business, not for me.
They were much more fun to watch flying around low and fast, from about a click away. Especially if the crew chiefs had them well stocked with thundersticks.
@11B40, "And that one-exit-only business, not for me." Are you saying, they were pulling pebbles out of there for the next week? We had a guy in our unit, who couldn't or wouldn't get his act together. Well, one night, somebody suggested that he might find a pair of mating porcupines placed well into the same region, head first, if he didn't get his act together. He asked, "How do we get them out? We all looked at each other, smiled and in perfect unison said, "VERY CAREFULLY!" Nothing through this whole process was said in anger or frustration. Because of this, he would get his act together and spend another 30 years in the US Military.
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Or swap the advancing portion of the fuselage for the trailing one.
Pilots *hate* flying backwards at 140 knots and no rear-view mirrors...
*Mirriors, and not flying something known as "The Whistling S**t-Can Of Death tm"
Though I will admit to certain amount of "Ramp Envy"
Pilots *hate* flying backwards at 140 knots and no rear-view mirrors...
Sounds like a Porsche 930, except for the lack of mirrors.
Okay, *a* mirror -- the gunner uses it to see if the pilot's still alive after the gun-run.
That line always got a wan grin out of all the guys in the back I told it to. Of course, I used a *different* line when *I* was in the rear seat...