From last century, in Buckeye land…
There was VT4, a squadron dedicated to training E2 pilots in the buckeye. It was located in Pcola, so it was Uber desirable, and it was full of pointy nosed jet instructors. The few E2 guys in the squadron were treated as second rate citizens, having to beg to get permission to lead a 4-plane.
I was in beautiful Beeville, where the requirement to be an instructor was a tolerance of fire ants. I led CQ, led OCF, taught guns, and the rest. We’d get on the platform of the Lex during CNATRA CQ, and I’d give an endless ration of shit to the VT4 paddles about why they treated their E2 instructors like shit in front of their E2 students. It was load of BS.
We had some big wing guys instructing too, they were fine. Also some helo guys. The best was a marine cobra pilot, the worst was a 60 guy who couldn’t believe you didn’t have to move the controls continuously every second of the flight. Hey, this thing will smooth out if you eject!
We took them all to the boat, which was a lot of fun. Det to key west, only job for them was to fly, plenty of shit talking and beer bets.