Posted on 02/23/2003 11:19:02 PM PST by 68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub
The Politically Correct Battlefield
They're not our enemy; they're our socio-political compliment.
We don't damage their aircraft; we make unauthorized in-flight modifications.
We don't spy; we deal in unreleased information.
They're not casualties; they're inoperative battle units.
We don't have scouts; we have unauthorized observers.
We don't miss; we fail to effectively engage the target.
We don't waste missiles; we run a non-cost-effective equipment exchange.
We don't attack; we aggressively move into pre-occupied territory.
We don't retreat; we reconsolidate at a previously held position.
We don't waste money, we fail to effectively utilize funding.
We're not at war; we're sanctioning with extreme prejudice.
Mom's wisdom
As the family gathered for a big dinner together, the youngest son had an announcement to make:
He'd just signed up at an army recruiter's office.
There were audible gasps around the table, then some laughter,
as his older brothers shared their disbelief that he could handle this new situation.
"Oh, come on, quit pulling our legs," snickered one: "You didn't really do that, did you?"
"I'm positive you'd never get through basic training" scoffed another.
The new recruit looked to his mother for help; but she was just gazing at him.
When she finally spoke, it was to voice a single question:
"Do you really plan to make your own bed every morning?"
Wild Kid
As a crowded airliner is about to take off, the peace is shattered by a 5-year-old boy
who picks that moment to throw a wild temper tantrum.
No matter what his frustrated, embarrassed mother does to try to calm him down,
the boy continues to scream furiously and kick the seats around him.
Suddenly, from the rear of the plane, an elderly man in the uniform
of an Air Force General is seen slowly walking forward up the aisle.
Stopping the flustered mother with an upraised hand, the white-haired, courtly,
soft-spoken General leans down and, motioning toward his chest, whispers something into the boy's ear.
Instantly, the boy calms down, gently takes his mother's hand, and quietly fastens his seat belt.
All the other passengers burst into spontaneous applause.
As the General slowly makes his way back to his seat, one of the cabin attendants touches his sleeve.
"Excuse me, General," she asks quietly, "but could I ask you what magic words you used on that little boy?"
The old man smiles serenely and gently confides,
"I showed him my pilot's wings, service stars, and battle ribbons,
and explained that they entitle me to throw one passenger out the plane door on any flight I choose."
Chopper crash
While practicing autorotations during a military night training exercise
a Huey Cobra screwed up the landing and landed on the tail rotor.
The landing was so hard that it broke off the tail boom.
However, the chopper fortunately remained upright on its skids, sliding down the runway doing 360s.
As the Cobra slid past the tower, trailing a brilliant shower of sparks,
this was the radio exchange that took place...
Tower: "Sir, do you need any assistance?"
Cobra: "I don't know Tower, we ain't done crashin' yet."
Pilots jokes
What is the ideal cockpit crew?
A pilot and a dog.
The pilot is there to feed the dog, and the dog is there to bite the pilot in case he tries to touch anything.
How many pilots does it take to change a lightbulb?
Just one. He holds the bulb, and the world revolves around him.
How do you know if there is an pilot at your party?
He'll tell you.
What's the difference between God and pilots?
God doesn't think he's a pilot....
What is the difference between an pilot and a pig?
The pig doesn't turn into an aviator when it's drunk.
What do pilots use for birth control?
Their personality.
What is the difference between an pilot and a jet engine?
A jet engine stops whining when it pulls up to the gate.
The difference between the Boy Scouts and the U.S. Air Force?
The boy Scouts have adult supervision.
Seeking Protection
You've all heard of the Air Force's ultra-high-security, super-secret base in Nevada,
known simply as "Area 51?"
Well, late one afternoon, the Air Force folks out at Area 51 were very surprised to see
a Cessna landing at their "secret" base.
They immediately impounded the aircraft and hauled the pilot into an interrogation room.
The pilot's story was that he took off from Vegas, got lost,
and spotted the Base just as he was about to run out of fuel.
The Air Force started a full FBI background check on the pilot
and held him overnight during the investigation.
By the next day, they were finally convinced that the pilot really was lost and wasn't a spy.
They gassed up his airplane, gave him a terrifying "you-did-not-see-a-base" briefing,
complete with threats of spending the rest of his life in prison,
told him Vegas was that-a-way on such and such a heading, and sent him on his way.
The next day, to the total disbelief of the Air Force, the same Cessna showed up again.
Once again, the MP's surrounded the plane... only this time there were two people in the plane.
The same pilot jumped out and said,
"Do anything you want to me, but my wife is in the plane and you have to tell her where I was last night!"
Not that the Canteen is addictive, or anything...
By the way, that was kinda fun yesterday. I had to try two or three different ways of saving the original slide show, then I had to get the file names in my own show exactly right...it didn't help that my upload program changed the capitalization of all 31 slide names! That meant the link files were all wrong, and had to be rewritten.
But you know, the satisfaction of a job done (won't say well, nope) makes it all worthwhile!!
God Bless those soldiers and their families.
Goodnight everybody :-)
I'm really working through 'issues' as my 15 year old would say regarding my job. I'm caught in that age old trap of having too many years invested in the company to walk away, and too many expenses to be able to chunk the salary and benefits.
Somehow, the years passed and I got complacent. Guess I never really decided what I wanted to be when I grew up!
Now, I'm finding out some pretty demoralizing stuff about the people I've worked with and trusted for years. Who would have believed I could still be so naive? Kinda brings me down a notch or too (not necessarily a bad thing, given my ego).
You bet. Send him over. Tell him the boys like their beer strong and hearty ...
I love it, Phil. Saddam, I hope you are listening.
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