Pickle's wasn't the best one, though. In primary (at Vance f'in AMERICA), one of his classmates (who is still a very good friend of ours), thought he was over the whole "airsickness" thing. He figured that 3 or 4 flights down in the T6, and you were golden, right? WRONG!
He decided to play "Russian-puke-roulette" during his next flight, and not take an airsick bag with him. Apparently, he never got the memo that not taking an airsick bag will GUARANTEE that you'll get airsick.
They were doing some pretty tame beginner stuff, and I guess he got sick and had nothing to puke in. They were told that, under no uncertain terms, were they to get any vomit AT ALL in the cockpit. He did what (I assume) any other panicked SNA would do...
He unzipped his flight suit a little more and puked down his shirt and flight suit! His on-wing wouldn't even do the de-brief, until he went home, showered and donned a new, non-vomit flight suit.
That's how they do it up right at Vance freakin' America!
