By lex, on October 2nd, 2007
Pictures of Arleigh Burkes refueling Russian Federation destroyers brings back memories that even in the bad old days, we still managed to have some fun. I’ve written before about the Bear Box and Gate Guard missions but may have failed to share a story I heard about that occurred during one ship’s transit through.
This particular ship was to start her transit of the box on Christmas Day, which was – in honor of the holiday – scheduled to be a day of relative rest. Holiday routine and a no-fly day to give the flight deck a day off. Since they were entering the Box and didn’t want to be caught flat-footed by long range bombers, they had changed course slightly, stood up alert 5 and 15 fighters and raised the EMCON status to increase the circle of uncertainty – they’d never be found!
By lex, on September 29th, 2007
A bit more than 50 years ago the governor of Arkansas called out his national guard to prevent nine black students from attending Central High in Little Rock. Shortly thereafter, President Dwight Eisenhower sent the 101st Airborne to ensure that they could attend.
In between the world bore witness to the ugliest of emotions: Raw, insensate hatred.
By lex, on August 26th, 2007
Well, the Kat, you may say, is already a full week returned from the camp that so many of you graciously sponsored at no trivial expense: Where is the story, eh? With pictures?
She’ll come around to telling the tale in her own good time I think, but suffice it to say that she did indeed have a wonderful time, earned her driver’s license (!) and was advanced to “Junior Buckaroo,” which – as most of you will have concluded, being the more perceptive (and tasteful) sort – is but a little way removed from the desired, full-on Buckaroo status. It somewhat to do with a harsh test and over-loose reins, I gather. I will admit to a certain degree of relief upon hearing this news, in that full-on Buckaroo status enables a child – perhaps even one’s own – to move up from mere Western-style equitation where it’s points on for precision and smile while you’re at it – to “speed work,” otherwise known as barrel racing.
By lex, on August 8th, 2007
It is always perilous to psychoanalyze at a remove, far more so for the mere enthusiast to apply himself to the task, lacking – as he customarily will – the mind-numbing (not to say soul-destroying) professional jargon to go along with the Pee. Haitch. Dee.
The troll phenomenon is only of cyclical interest to normals and – not least because I apply the term to myself in this instance – I use that definition pretty broadly. But for reasons of my own, and under full awareness that sometimes “naming calls,” my interest is once again piqued.
By lex, on May 28th, 2007
Great tale over at Tailhook’s Daily Briefing:
Around 1530, the ship sailed into a fog bank… By the time we briefed… the weather was “Zero-Zero”. Damn the luck ! We briefed anyway and hung out in the ready room for hours, waiting for a break… No luck…
Around 2200 we decided to bag it. We secured to our respective rooms… but my back seater and I were ‘wired’ and found it hard to sleep … cursing what had started out to be a good deal that had gone south with the weather. I think I finally nodded off at about 2330… only to be rudely awakened by some sailor around 0100…” Sir, CAG is waiting for you
“CAG says it’s workable”
Via Spike– From an Unidentified “Brother in Green” Callsign: Shadow (you know who you are!) A great tale about the character of Jim Flatley… right THAT Jim Flatley!
By lex, on May 27th, 2007
The fact that an EMT technician was available at the Del Mar Show Park this weekend.
The even more improbable fact that his services remained uncalled for. And that people tell your correspondent that, no, really – he looks fine in gray hair. Really.
And a new entry in the “Name that Occasional Reader Contest” – I believe we’re up to three now.
The year is 1980.
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