Funny in retrospect. My class in Meridian is doing mid-stage FCLPs at homefield. Runway 01L IIRC. My class leader . . . heck, most of us, have been working the standard early T-45 stud thing: too much power on the come-down or fly-thru down in the middle, rising ball, stuff the nose, high fast/flat in close to at the ramp, bolter, try again. Of course you'd have to ask an LSO if that that's indeed a trend among early T-45 studs, as opposed to my admittedly flawed memory, but it's germane to the story.
We're bouncing away, and class leader (as I found out later) was boltering away, and beginning to lose patience with himself. In the meantime, I hear over my headset an instructor pilot returning solo with some sort of gear problem for the downwind entry. He duly sequences himself into the pattern and asks Paddles to check his gear on the low approach. Paddles does, sees things in more or less correct orientation, and he comes around to land. That is the last transmission I hear over Tower as I in my Goosehawk zorch upwind.
Little did I know that in sequencing himself in to land, the instructor had placed himself directly abaft my intrepid class leader, who was in the groove shortly thereafter. Maybe I just missed the ball call; who knows. Class leader again gets heinously overpowered, tickles the top of the lens, stuffs the nose, and bolters like a big dog, and goes MRT, boards in. In the action of clenching his left hand to thumb in the boards and advance the throttles to MRT, he manages to key the mic. Yes, I am well familiar that this is an easily-accomplished phenomenon in the T-45 (don't ask).
For a split-second, I thought the instructor was dead. I looked back expecting to see a fireball or a T-45 cartwheeling down the runway. Because over tower came the most bloodcurdling quasi-intelligible profane screech ever transmitted over UHF. Yes, my class leader had boltered. And boy, was he pissed about it!
