If they didn't want you to use it, they wouldn't have put it there.Yeah I just crushed the ace today.
My very last trap in the Nav, Buckeye coming aboard some huge deck carrier, boss called down the lead safes while the ship was going to maneuver for sea room. Yay, free lunch!
In close to at the ramp, all of my fellow VT LSO buddies watching the platform in a big circle jerk, the ball sags. I figure no way am I going to risk a bolter in front of those losers, and just keep the power where she is to take a 2-wire like a man.
It keeps going down, but now I am over steel and how low can it go anyway? It flashes red. Yes, it does indeed flash red if you get really, really low. I taxi by the LSO platform, those fuckers are already fist-bumping I know it. I hate all of them.
They jerks waited until I was down in the dirty shirt to debrief me. They walked in in full "CNATRA Paddles High Priest and Minions" mode, all of them smiling. Assholes.
Paddles, I'll call him "Fred" because that is his name and I'm not protecting anybody in this story, flips through a few pages, striving to find that one particular pass. Was it in the front? The back? Oh, there it is. Holds it away from him so he can read it, a little up. Everyone else is the wardroom shuts up and watches, even the burger flipper. Clears his throat...
All those fuckers laughing at me. I made their day.
"Not what I saw, paddles...not what I saw."
"I think you could have stopped with aggressive braking, there, Taxi1. Plenty of runway in front you."
"We could actually hear your nose wheel go over the 1-wire. Were both your engines going?"
I miss those guys.