tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post4674111016216524359..comments2024-03-28T18:36:50.250-07:00Comments on Chant du Départ: My First Second LieutenantOldAFSargehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-77664359598249951942013-10-04T05:30:51.368-07:002013-10-04T05:30:51.368-07:00Heh. Do share.Heh. Do share.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-18772016903371060732013-10-03T20:00:11.778-07:002013-10-03T20:00:11.778-07:00Much like VX, there are two sides to being an O-1,...Much like VX, there are two sides to being an O-1, some of which make GREAT stories.juvathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09096708575138552532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-13793091118517988472013-10-03T16:42:45.200-07:002013-10-03T16:42:45.200-07:00And it takes a smart old trooper to recognize thos...And it takes a smart old trooper to recognize those leadership tests.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-81314472495669041212013-10-03T16:41:43.888-07:002013-10-03T16:41:43.888-07:00Never had your own El-Tee???
Ah Buck, you missed ...Never had your own El-Tee???<br /><br />Ah Buck, you missed out on some fun times. (Headaches too, but that's a story for another time.)OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-49150833314843129242013-10-03T16:40:52.305-07:002013-10-03T16:40:52.305-07:00Laughter is the only thing keeping me from sitting...Laughter is the only thing keeping me from sitting down in a corner someplace and sobbing uncontrollably.<br /><br />Well, that and the need to hold down a job and pay the mortgage.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-14872441543122294742013-10-03T16:39:44.795-07:002013-10-03T16:39:44.795-07:00You know, Mustangs almost don't count as Ensig...You know, Mustangs almost don't count as Ensigns (or 2Lts). Many of them were sergeants/petty officers before they were commissioned. So they'd been around the block, so to speak.<br /><br />So how do you pronounce "NAVSCHCOMTISFRANCAL".<br /><br />Heh.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-51059267995166520112013-10-03T16:37:55.518-07:002013-10-03T16:37:55.518-07:00Heh.
Hammers. Ensigns.
'Nuff said.Heh.<br /><br />Hammers. Ensigns.<br /><br />'Nuff said.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-38339156384876400182013-10-03T16:37:29.696-07:002013-10-03T16:37:29.696-07:00I'm working on it Joe. The old Air Force memor...I'm working on it Joe. The old Air Force memories are starting to bubble to the surface more and more these days.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-10157568002067749002013-10-03T16:36:44.422-07:002013-10-03T16:36:44.422-07:00Now that is a great story.
(So how did you manage...Now <b>that</b> is a great story.<br /><br />(So how did you manage to survive your early years?)OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-30766771701035857152013-10-03T14:55:24.648-07:002013-10-03T14:55:24.648-07:00One amusement was watching a green LT Officer of t...One amusement was watching a green LT Officer of the Day picking a Supernumary at our Battation Guard Mount. The competition was fierce, and we knew answers to questions the LTs didn't know to ask. We could spot the ones with integrity, who tried to pick the best. The drones would just pick someone at random. There are all kinds of leadership tests. Some are not immediately apparent.Well Seasoned Foolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16670165728759453075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-15540217889370482532013-10-03T12:45:14.398-07:002013-10-03T12:45:14.398-07:00I never had an El-Tee of my own... and now I reall...I never had an El-Tee of my own... and now I really feel deprived. I do have some LT stories, though, but all of 'em are X-rated.Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-19803687277818970102013-10-03T12:44:34.232-07:002013-10-03T12:44:34.232-07:00Great story, Sarge! I've been on the butt end ...Great story, Sarge! I've been on the butt end of some jokes like that and the other end as well. Laughter keeps us halfway sane.Dapper Danhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01230099347154360809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-27032444920986462912013-10-03T12:04:41.876-07:002013-10-03T12:04:41.876-07:00The only ensign I ever had any kind of working rel...The only ensign I ever had any kind of working relation with, other than watch officers, was a mustang, who was our EMO (electronic material officer), pronounced EEM-OH.<br />He had more time in the chow line than most of us had in the Navy.<br /><br />I like the bit about the naval acronyms.<br />My first duty station after boot camp was NAVSCHCOMTISFRANCAL.(not necessarily your) Uncle Skiphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02705753220273516841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-75009852538745611512013-10-03T11:56:11.096-07:002013-10-03T11:56:11.096-07:00That's like saluting an Ensign to see if he re...That's like saluting an Ensign to see if he remembers he's carrying a hammer. (I actually did that once. Fortunately he remembered the hammer immediately after starting to return the salute, but prior to braining himself. Good times!)Poguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14844435158421387888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-37260224662539136852013-10-03T11:52:28.220-07:002013-10-03T11:52:28.220-07:00I have asked you before...MORE SERVICE STORIES PLE...I have asked you before...MORE SERVICE STORIES PLEASE!!joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-91951854780628995192013-10-03T11:24:51.372-07:002013-10-03T11:24:51.372-07:00If I may I'll tell a 2ndLt story on myself. Do...If I may I'll tell a 2ndLt story on myself. Down in Del Rio, I had just finished the T-41 (C-172) part of the syllubus and was celebrating the weekend in Cuidad Acuna across the border with some of my fellow class-mates. Feeling no pain from a long Friday night's worth of drinking and early am Sat imbibing, several of us ran into two fairly good-looking older American married women (the sort that would later be labelled MILFS) out shopping. We engaged them in playful banter, semi hitting on them-- sort of, you know, giving them the <i>faux</i> hustle just to shiow how coool we were. They asked us who we were and we drunken fools, er, hotshots, er superb future <i>SkyPilots</i> proudly proclaimed we were honest-to-god shit-hot future pilots just finished T-41 training and entering into T-37 tng on Monday. "Oh, that's interesting," said the blond slightly older of the two. "My husband is the Squadron Commander and xxx here is the wife of the Squadron XO." Not to be deterred (we were waaay beyond that drunken stage) we continued to brazen it out/make utter fools of ourselves before they tired of our act and moved on. Come Monday am we find ourselves down at the Squadron ready room being assigned our IPs. Most IPs had four students, the XO had two and the Squadron CO had one. Each had a glass enclosed office in which the student sat facing the desk with his back to the other students in the ready room who could see all that transpired (body-language-wise) Guess who had the pleasure of being the Squadron Co's ONLY jock? You guessed it. (Rumor had it that, due to demands on his time, they assigned either the sharpest student to the Co or the worst so he could concentrate on him--I was afraid to ask which I was, lol) At any rate the opening introduction (BTW he was a HUGE bear of a man) went something like this: "Let me introduce myself, I'm Major XXX yada, yada yada. .... and I understand YOU'VE ALREADY MET MY WIFE........" <br /><br />LOL! NOTHING like starting off on the right foot with good impressions, right? No pressure there, right? As they saying goes, I could see my AF career disolve before my very eyes--"DO NOT pass Go--head straight to personnel and process your paperwork, Lt, we'll take it from here." One <i>helluva</i> way to start primary jets, eh? lol (He was a great guy, tho, and things worked out jes fine, but talk about having <i>serious</i>. doubts just for a while!)<br /><br />NOTHING like being a hotshot fool 2nd Lt in pilot training (what did someone say recently? There aren't enough mirrors to go around? lol)virgil xenophonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11491836830352263438noreply@blogger.com