Yes, my little friends, there will be a time there is only one aircraft to fly. There is also very little time until the very first brand-new spanking new airplane will be within our sights. Yep, right out there on the line awaiting its first crew.
Experience tells me the new will not be allowed to fly to teach its people the capabilities for wartime strategies. The only crew to fly this thing around the stratosphere are the ones fully qualified trained to train the trainers. Otherwise, it will be the guys who were taught like professionally speaking and now they can say it's the first time they can say "Sit-back, let me show you what you can do with this thing".
That date is approaching, students are already in the pipeline and nobody has a clue of what the hell is going on with the curriculum and what stage is it in. I'll ask around, drop a few Q's around to different people.
Let's start with the main-man. The GO-TO guy, the O-4 that will be a civilian soon, the retirement cloud hanging over his head 24 hours a day. Thoughts are transfixed on a future job with enough income to support his family accustomed to their lifestyle.
Haven't heard of any apps for a cell phone that helps in the process of planning or building a syllabus for any future students. Angry Birds has been the chosen one for future training of multi-million dollar airplanes? Say isn't so, the budget cuts have trickled down that far? Give me a break, please.
How about if you drop one cell phone, save the battery, pick-up the main telephone line that reaches around the world. Excuse me, Sir, there seem to be small actual phone calls you could be making at this time. I really think with some dedication you could get to the bottom of this mess you are about to leave us in.
Can't anybody see, do they not care? This is going to be a national tragedy of some sort. How can we get through to this guy our military assets and the defense of our country is in his hands. Goodness, gracious.
Pick up the damn phone, call someone you "think" can possibly have a clue more than you to drop a few Q's and get down to the truth. While everyone means well in one way or another, I can't imagine a single person up the chain of command that knows who is making a what decision, when that decision will be made, why hasn't a decision been made about this or that.
Let's just shoot ourselves in the foot and pray the bullet comes out in my stool one day. We're going to have to shift through a lot of poop to find it, but one day it will be found.
Monday, February 1, 2021
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Generation X Lives
A young girl, very young, so young she can be my daughter boasts about her career. Excuse me for butting in but have she has only been in the Navy only five months or so and she now has a career? I guess you can say this is the start of your career path, go on.
She gives me the background of her big brother is in the Corps. Her Mother left her Father when she was very young, her father was a General in the Army. Stop right there! How many women leave their husbands because they just can't handle being married to a General? This is somewhat new to me. Go on young lady, I am listening. She left her small town in the South to see the world at twenty-one the Navy will teach her things she would never see back home.
The amazing thing about the Navy, they will take you in and teach you the survival ways in the Navy but they will not teach you how to adapt in a social setting. One day you realize there are things to do to become someone with friends. Becoming a responsible adult in the Navy means listening to people that know a little more than whoever you think you are.
The young girl thinks she can spew out words without any facts. Come-on little girl, the fact remains you can never become a better liar than some of the people I've had to deal with day after day. They often have proven themselves to be just as the song says. Liar, liar, pants on fire, Your nose is longer than a telephone wire.
The young girl has told me she had the best time with her friends this one weekend. Even though she was the "designated driver" she still managed to sip a few chugs of her friend's drinks when they were not looking. Insert your opinion now!
Now there is a story to be told, of how a group of friends go out and all get smashed, they all get busted for drunk and disorderly. The police ask for some identification and find there is only one under age and that is a major bust of the group. The rest of you be on your merry way. I do believe the reason she was always the DD - she wasn't old enough to drink in the first place.
Once the Chain-of-Command finds out about the one individual for underage, there goes that song again... Liar, liar, pants on fire, Your nose is longer than a telephone wire.
Rehab is for quitters she says and under-age girls that think they can have a good career just washed it away with a few BIG lies and a few sips of beer.
She gives me the background of her big brother is in the Corps. Her Mother left her Father when she was very young, her father was a General in the Army. Stop right there! How many women leave their husbands because they just can't handle being married to a General? This is somewhat new to me. Go on young lady, I am listening. She left her small town in the South to see the world at twenty-one the Navy will teach her things she would never see back home.
The amazing thing about the Navy, they will take you in and teach you the survival ways in the Navy but they will not teach you how to adapt in a social setting. One day you realize there are things to do to become someone with friends. Becoming a responsible adult in the Navy means listening to people that know a little more than whoever you think you are.
The young girl thinks she can spew out words without any facts. Come-on little girl, the fact remains you can never become a better liar than some of the people I've had to deal with day after day. They often have proven themselves to be just as the song says. Liar, liar, pants on fire, Your nose is longer than a telephone wire.
The young girl has told me she had the best time with her friends this one weekend. Even though she was the "designated driver" she still managed to sip a few chugs of her friend's drinks when they were not looking. Insert your opinion now!
Now there is a story to be told, of how a group of friends go out and all get smashed, they all get busted for drunk and disorderly. The police ask for some identification and find there is only one under age and that is a major bust of the group. The rest of you be on your merry way. I do believe the reason she was always the DD - she wasn't old enough to drink in the first place.
Once the Chain-of-Command finds out about the one individual for underage, there goes that song again... Liar, liar, pants on fire, Your nose is longer than a telephone wire.
Rehab is for quitters she says and under-age girls that think they can have a good career just washed it away with a few BIG lies and a few sips of beer.
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