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So last night, I'm getting ready for a night flight. I'm the last to be launching out, and as all our missions are single-ship night, you don't step out the door with anyone else, just yourself.

I proceed into the life support area to get my gear, and as I'm walking towards my locker, there's only one other person in there with me...with their back to me, their helmet on, and a jacket over their flightsuit. He's got his helmet hooked up to the ground tester and is checking the O2 mask and communication cords. As I walk to my locker next to the guy, the guy backs into me. Figuring it's one of my squadron members, I say "hey punk, why don't you watch where your dumb ass is going". The guy turns around, takes off his helmet, and I see it's the Brigadier (1-Star) General Wing Commander....who replies "I'm sorry, Captain.....or is it Lieutenant.......was I in YOUR way?"

D'oh!

That merc job with Blackwater is looking better and better each day.

.....That's after my probably-soon-upcoming assignment to Cape Lisburne Air Force Station arctic weather station.....you know.....the one with the approach plate that has the "successful go-around improbable" note in the missed approach instructions?
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Scary! You'll be doing that Mike Polay weather recon after all!
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That is hillarious Mike, I would have paid to have seen it! Priceless. It reminded me of a story one of our 2 Stars told of when he was taking a shower in an old Army Barracks and someone flushed without the proper "fire in the hole" warning. Any ways the General said he came out of the shower cursing up a blue streak condeming the fool to hell only to find out it was the chaplain ... oops!
Down deep I bet the General actually has a new found respect for you. What do ya know an F-117 Fighter pilot with balls.

Jim
 
LMFAO!!! Isn't it awesome when you make a complete and total ass of yourself? How in the hell did you geet out of that one??

My own story....When I was stationed at New River MCAS, I lived out in between the Air Station and Camp Lejeune. It worked out to be about a 25 minute drive. So, one day I'm driving home from work after a really long day when this car cuts me off about 5 times. The driver was a complete a$$ and he'd speed up, cut me off and then slow down to like 30 in a 45.

Well, finally, I'd had enough and I gunned it, cut him off, slowed down to like 30 and slammed on the brakes, waving the biggest bird I could in the rear-view mirror.

Well, as I looked in the mirror, I noticed that the car had the biggest Marine Corps Emblem I'd ever seen - right on the grill!! And then, the one thing I missed - A nice, big 4-star Standard.

Well, I pulled into the right lane and let the car drive by, and noticed that the Commandant of The Marine Corps was riding in the back seat....
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He'd just flown into the Air Station.

I just knew he's be waiting for me at work the nest day....
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And this one time at boot camp....
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I was sound asleep in my rack when some • decided to shine a flashlight in my face. I woke up telling him to get the GD, F'ing light out of my face before he got an @$$ woopin.

Turns out it was the Drill Sergeant.

In under a second, my mat was lying on top of me, all lights came on in the barracks and we all had to fall in for formation outside.

I thaught I would never hear the end of that. Especially while the entire company was outside being thrashed in the pit at o dark thirty.
 
Drill weekend, ANG, returning from Personnel and looking for a ride back to the section, I notice a fuel truck returning from Motor Pool where it was filling up with Diesel. So before the driver drives away I swiftly make my way toward the truck, about 100yds away.

As I'm nearing the truck, the guy driving stopped as he saw me coming, I notice someone in a flight suit walking toward the front of the truck (I'm coming from the left). The closer I get, I notice the flight cap signalling an officer and figure it's a Lt or so and will salute and be on my way.

As I round the corner, I notice it's a 1-star Brig General, and Assistant Adjutant General for the state. I stop and salute, the Gen was kinda clueless (guy driving the truck said the Gen was dumbfounded when he stopped the truck thinking the General thought he stopped because there was a General nearby).

Anyhow, I stop and salute, General salute me back--kinda comes to and proceeds to continue about his business.

As I enter the truck Stuart was laughing hystarically. He said I never stopped jogging when I saluted, that as I saluted he could see my head bobbing up and down off the hood of the truck. I thought I was standing still, I was in place, but not still.

Probably doesn't sound as funny as it was when it happened.
 
All right, my turn at inadvertant self humliation.
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The Great Banjo Incident. (a true story)


Presidential lift in NYC.

Our helo is carrying the press and other staffers from JFK to some place in Conneticit in a CH-46.


Me and the Crew Chief are in the back minding our own buisness scanning for traffic and chatting with the pilots (there were a couple of real hotties on board). I am at the back near the ramp, he is at the front near the cockpit. The passengers are sitting on the fold down seats bettween us.


The day before we had found a country station on the ADF from some place in the West Virgina that was coming in really clear. The pilots tun this station in and conect so we can hear it over the intercom in our helmets.


Dueling Banjos comes on.


I look at Glenn.

He looks at me.

I play a little "air" banjo

He plays a little "air" banjo

We start to jam.
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About the time the song starts to wind down, we remeber where we are.
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EVERYBODY on board is staring at us like we have lost our minds.
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I grin sheepishly and resume scanning for traffic.
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Two weeks later we get called to the CO's office and ask what was going on durring our lift.

By this time we had both completely forgoten about it.

Apparently a couple of the Press reporters were really worried about us and complained to the White House Mill Office.



From that point on when ever Glenn and I would walk into the Flightline office, everybody would start humming the first lines of dueling banjos.
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The only thing worse was when a freind and "Marine One" crew chief had a pair of "bubba teeth".

He was assigned the spare VH-3 for a pressidential lift.

He recoginizes a couple of USSS agents that he knew.

He puts in the "bubba teeth" and smiles to make the guys laugh.
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The helo assigned to carry the president has a hung start (or something, I can't rember) and everybody must switch places to the spare.

The CO and Bill Clinton walk over to my friends bird while he is franticly thinking of what to do with the "bubba teeth" still in his mouth.

Clinton returns the salute and stops to shake his hand and asks him if this helo will be OK.

With nothing else to do, my freind just smiled and said "It's OK sir, I'm from Arkansas."
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Clinton sent him a personal card saying that was the funniest thing he had heard all year.
 
Great stories. Good luck Mike. Mtsu I cannot believe you were not standing tall after that one. The commandant? You lucked out. Maybe he was sleeping in the back seat.

I don't really have any good stories like those. I did wake up one morning during boot (early in boot) to find everyone on line at the POA and a DI whispering something about sweet dreams and a day of rest... in my ear. That was the fastest second of my life from rack to standing at the POA. Needless to say there wasn't much rest that day.
 
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Mtsu I cannot believe you were not standing tall after that one. The commandant? You lucked out. Maybe he was sleeping in the back seat.

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Oh, no...he was looking right over toward me!! I was a buck Sergeant at the time, and I remember thinking "There's no need to take all my uniforms to the taylor now!!"

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My Dad grew up on RAF bases, and when he was 18, 19, or 20 who took the Air Vice-Marshal's daughter out on a date. When he was dropping her, he was flagged down at the gate, flash light shining inside, and quizzed 'Where do you think you have been?' and a barrage of other questions - my father was tired of the questions and directly stated - 'I am here to bring home the daughter of the Air Vice-Marshal' the guy jumped back and saluted, my father drove on. He got saluted on his way out of the base too!
 
Reminds me of hanging out with Copaman in college at parties. These freshman ROTC newbies would try and pull rank on Copa all the time and belittle him -- until they learned that he was corps commander!

D'oh!
 
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