After several weeks of abuse by the Black Hats we were pretty happy to get into the aircraft to get away from them.
Ha! I can well believe that. I used to watch the trainees from the car window as a kid, as we went around the perimeter of the jump tower fields when we were on post. It didn’t look like fun, as everyone ran from one location to another at doubletime in those old school green fatigues in the GA heat and humidity. Those fatigues looked black from being so sweat soaked.