Gorilla
King of Belize
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- Nov 9, 2005
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Be nice, now. We can rag on the hooey that made many of us punch out, but let's not rag on each other.
Basset, I was an IP in the 434th in 1989. Did you go through the Red Devils? Man, we had some fun. Every day, when the beer light went on, it was into the squadron bar for some cold ones, some dice action.. NO PC BS. If you weren't with the 434th, I'm sure I ran into you at the O-club. We had some memorable nights there stomping the Eagle guys across the street in crud - AFTER stomping them 4V4 in a CT sortie.
And there it is, all the reasons I bailed. That crap was coming on strong in 1991. About 6 months after I left, the first women were at Holloman in LIFT, on their way to F-15's and F-16's. I called a bud and asked him how it was going with the females. He summed it up well... "You can't say F--K anymore, and the women cry during the debrief." Ouch.
While I didn't get to do combat, my boys from Eglin cleaned the skies well in GW1. I was proud and ready to do battle with hordes of commies during the Reagen era, and I couldn't have picked a better decade to do it. We had a great mix of old school personalities still flying (SEA vets), plenty of money for training, a mission-ready status of 98%+ It was all good.
I guess if I do think hard enough about it, I made a good call, but my selective memory is in full swing and I do miss it all.
Basset, I was an IP in the 434th in 1989. Did you go through the Red Devils? Man, we had some fun. Every day, when the beer light went on, it was into the squadron bar for some cold ones, some dice action.. NO PC BS. If you weren't with the 434th, I'm sure I ran into you at the O-club. We had some memorable nights there stomping the Eagle guys across the street in crud - AFTER stomping them 4V4 in a CT sortie.
I don't miss the BFM, the great folks, flying fighters over exotic locations, or serving my country one bit...:crying:
What I certainly miss is the chance to attend countless briefings on sexual assualt prevention, suicide prevention, drunk driving prevention, homosexual tolerance and understanding, computer security, mandatory wing commander calls, and of other mindless events that wasted countless heartbeats I could have spent flying, studying in the vault, or viewing the pornography that became banished from most places around 1992.:angryfire
And there it is, all the reasons I bailed. That crap was coming on strong in 1991. About 6 months after I left, the first women were at Holloman in LIFT, on their way to F-15's and F-16's. I called a bud and asked him how it was going with the females. He summed it up well... "You can't say F--K anymore, and the women cry during the debrief." Ouch.
While I didn't get to do combat, my boys from Eglin cleaned the skies well in GW1. I was proud and ready to do battle with hordes of commies during the Reagen era, and I couldn't have picked a better decade to do it. We had a great mix of old school personalities still flying (SEA vets), plenty of money for training, a mission-ready status of 98%+ It was all good.
I guess if I do think hard enough about it, I made a good call, but my selective memory is in full swing and I do miss it all.
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