So, I thought it might be useful to start a thread where we can pull the curtain back a bit, and try to understand the opinions, and backgrounds of those we don't know very well, and understand less.
I did a month in AF ROTC, decided at the young age of 18 that the vibe was super gay and simultaneously discovered that I'd have to sign my life away before knowing if I'd have a pilot slot. fUcK tHaT. Discovered the Marines had this thing called PLC and guaranteed flight slots. Took the test, did the paperwork. Marine recruiter was stretched thin across multiple states. At some point I picked up
@wink from KPRC, had breakfast, and later drove him to campus for a presentation on the Navy. I'm pretty sure at some point he told me my GPA sucked and that I'd be better off in the Marines because their GPA requirements weren't as stringent. I can't recall exactly. In my defense, I was very distracted by the opposite sex. Once I realized the Marines and Navy used the same test, I applied to the Navy. Got accepted after doing a year of research for NASA. It's really for the best because I would have been a shit Marine. Those few of you who know me in real life know my demeanor is way too lax. It's not that I don't care...it's just that I don't care to get spun up about dumb shit.
At some point between API and Primary
@PhrogLoop gave me a personal tour of HSC-21 and showed me all the cool shit they were doing with the brand new Sierra. I ended up deciding I wanted to drop SEALS on rooftops and kill terrorists. After all, I was motivated by 9/11 and felt I had already kind of missed the bus by going to college first.
Got to do all of the cool shit you can do in a Sierra. Got some great JO-JO squadron mentorship from people like
@hooflys. Changed my view on the war on drugs by touching it personally. Got a little existential having "detainees" onboard for months at a time and contemplating the morality of the situation. At some point I realized it was a really good fucking thing I was never placed in a position to take a life. It's just not something that's good for my constitution. Spent a long deployment at sea reading a book on all of the world religions. Dug deep into a few. Realized that the only thing which really spoke to me was Buddhism and to some extent Taoism. Been a shitty Buddhist ever since.
Somewhere in there my ex cheated on me. Had to figure out what forgiveness really meant. Pro tip: It's not something you do once and move on, it's an ongoing process.
Anyways, I got my EPs. Got my bad timing. Felt pretty burned by NAE treating me like a number and giving no shits about my career. You all can look up my long ass thread in Private NAs about trying to choose between simultaneous acceptance to VR/regionals/AF Tankers.
@PhrogLoop (as well as many of you) showed up again for advice and told me if it was him he'd be rolling his sleeves the dumb way and going tankers yesterday. Got the same advice from all of my mentors.
Now I get to throw gear at the airlines and pretend like I know what the fuck I'm doing as the AC during long 8 hour transits from Guam to Hawaii and back giving fighters gas. Meanwhile, met a beautiful woman who runs a winery in Mexico. I know more Spanish than I used to, but she's not shy and is happy to let me know (in her perfect english) it's not enough. I have four college buddies working for Jet Blue who have been badgering me for years -- at first it was telling me to leave the military and come fly commercial. Lately it's been to apply to bigger airlines -- JB, AS, WN, UAL, etc. I can't even play a round of Call of Duty with them while I'm at the hotel on a trip without one of them giving me shit about applying. Now the fiancée is ALSO asking me "when are you going to apply to a bigger airline?!"
Fuck me. I'm tired. I'm really fucking tired. I've learned two jets in two years, I've built a 1br apartment on top on my garage as an effort to supplement my income and survive my regional paycheck, I've figured out how the fuck to play AF, I bounce back and forth across the border to ensure my relationship survives because the US gov't has "closed it for COVID" for Mexicans, and the one goal I've maintained through all of it is to make sure my dog, the one I got at six weeks old with my ex, is taken care of by someone I trust during each and every airline/AF trip I go on. I would never have gotten a dog single, but shit happens and I have a commitment to her.
I know they say seniority is everything in the airlines, but honestly, I just need a break. One day I'd love to have another conversation with
@FrankTheTank about going Purple, but I don't have the hours and right now I just need to do my time. It's late and I've been playing all day long in a strategic nuke exercise (and we get to do more alert responses all day tomorrow), but I appreciate all the advice you guys have given over the years. I really do appreciate the amazing opportunities Naval Aviation has provided me, even indirectly via the AF, but it all started here on AW. The AF is an
amazing opportunity, but there's nothing like the fraternity of Gold Wings. Not sure if that's what
@robav8r was looking for, but thanks guys.
