back in '68... flying a nav hop as a vt-10 student in a uc45j bugsmasher. i'm sitting in the right seat, sweating the next heading for the salty cigar smoking old marine major. he's in a bad mood .
"i need a heading lieutenent. or would you like to go to fucking cuba?"
i give him a heading over the mic.
"you're talking into the grimes light, asshole!"
and then my chart blows out the window.
"i need a heading lieutenent. or would you like to go to fucking cuba?"
i give him a heading over the mic.
"you're talking into the grimes light, asshole!"
and then my chart blows out the window.