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I put it in quotes because the medical people keep trying to explain things to me.
I have assured them, more than once, that that is quite alright. I don't really need to know.
Nor do I really want to know.
I guess it would be like me explaining the radar on the Phantom to the aircrew just before I open the toolbox and have at it.
I mean sure, they were highly educated men (for in those days the flyers were all men, though we had a number of ladies doing maintenance, to fly one needed to be male, not "identify" as male mind you, but actually be male) and I have no doubt that they would have understood completely the intricacies of the AN/APQ-109A radar set and the AN/APA-165 intercept computer.
Well, other than the WSO who showed up at the neighboring jet and wandered over to my jet where we were industriously (and quite professionally) tweaking, aligning and adjusting the radar synchronizer. The radome was open and the radar package was fully extended. Okay, minds out of the gutter, it's not as erotic as it sounds. [Oh, it's just me who was thinking that? Never mind...]
Well, this fairly junior officer in a flight suit wanders over and stands there contemplating the radar in all its naked glory. After a while we noticed him staring intently.
"Can I help you Sir?" my SSgt inquired.
"Gee, that looks pretty complicated..." the lieutenant said.
At that point, the pilot came over, grabbed his back seater by the elbow to lead him back to his own jet.
I imagine there might have been one of these installed in the back seat...
Or not. I mean eventually these fellows look back on their junior days and remember some of the dumb things they said or did.
Like the WSO who wrote the radar up for not functioning in the O.F.F. mode.
At any rate, I prefer to remain somewhat ignorant of what the doc plans to do once he has me under. I trust he knows what he's doing. After all, it's not like I'm going to be awake to ask such things as...
"Why are you cutting there?"
"Gee, that looks complicated."
"Oh my screaming blue heavens that bloody hurts please knock me out!"
Or words to that effect.
I trust the experience won't be anything like the following.
But ya never know...