Sig
2017
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So there I was- knee deep in my own vomit, tracers chattering all over the ground and overhead, trying to figure out the best way to unstick a heavy 120K pounds over gross and a CG -500% LEMAC.
It was typhoon season, and the gravel runway was covered in pythons the size of redwoods writhing in the foot deep mud covering all 3200 feet of it. The JET-A was cheap liquor, and I was literally flying solo. The FE and FO were eaten by them runway snakes during the hot refueling.
An earthquake occurred at V1, and at precisely the same moment someone detonated a low-yield nuke they'd smuggled on board.
Sit back, and I'll tell you my WORST day of flying story.
It was typhoon season, and the gravel runway was covered in pythons the size of redwoods writhing in the foot deep mud covering all 3200 feet of it. The JET-A was cheap liquor, and I was literally flying solo. The FE and FO were eaten by them runway snakes during the hot refueling.
An earthquake occurred at V1, and at precisely the same moment someone detonated a low-yield nuke they'd smuggled on board.
Sit back, and I'll tell you my WORST day of flying story.