Unfortunately all the talk about flying brings up the thoughts of idealization of the "end" for me.
Before I cracked up. I flew allot. It was getting to the point where I was even starting to be treated "special". SO after the panic and anxiety attacks of airport security, check in and the lines. I would get into my business class seat, order a couple, three drinks ("but Sir its only an hour flight and we have not left yet".... "so what.") and start hoping for the worst.
The thoughts would go.
"Boy I hope this f*cker crashes today"
"Is that a crack in the engine, I really hope so"
During rough weather or take off's and landings, I was happy as a pig in mud.
"Stewardess.....drink!" and then start thinking. "I really hope this is the one"
I didn't realize I was sick, obviously not normal, but not sick.
No military flying for me unfortunately. My boondockers were nailed to the deck....Starboard side bridgewing.
What exactly is the purpose of the "Osprey", Dan. Kind of seems like that "Littoral Combat Vessel" they just came up with. No two are alike and you just struggle to figure out what its for and why it can't be done by something else. The only other time I've heard the Osprey mentioned is when they crash.
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