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email from a friend | 02/05/2018 | unknown

Posted on 02/05/2018 2:44:48 AM PST by sodpoodle

Subject: SOS

A Boeing 777 wide-body jetliner was lumbering along at 800km/hour at 33000 feet when a cocky F-17 fighter jet flashed by at Mach 2.

The F17 pilot decided to show off. On his state of the art radio (that is part of his state of the art 3D & million dollar headset), the F17 youngster told the 777 pilot, “Hey Captain, watch this!”

He promptly went into a barrel roll, followed by a steep, unimaginable vertical climb. He then finished with a sonic boom as he broke the sound barrier, as the F17 screamed down at impossible G’s before leveling off at almost sea level.

The F-17 pilot asked the 777 pilot what he thought of that?

The 777 pilot said, “That was truly impressive, but watch this!”

The 777 chugged along for about 5 minutes at the steady 800km/hour, andthen the 777 pilot came back on and said, “What did you think of that?”

Puzzled, the cocky F-17 pilot asked, “What the hell did you do?”

The 777 pilot chuckled and said, "I stood up, stretched my legs, walked to the back, went to the can to take a whiz, then got a cup of coffee and a cinnamon roll and secured a date for the next 3 nights in a five star hotel with the lead flight attendant paid for by the company."

LESSON OF LIFE: When you are young and foolish, speed and flash may seem like a good thing!

When you get older and smarter, comfort and dullness is not such a bad thing!

It's called S.O.S. Slower, Older and Smarter! Dedicated to all my friends approaching the S.O.S. category...


TOPICS: Humor
KEYWORDS: experience
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Geezer alert!
1 posted on 02/05/2018 2:44:48 AM PST by sodpoodle
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To: sodpoodle

LOL....keeper..Thanks


2 posted on 02/05/2018 2:54:20 AM PST by Doogle (( USAF.68-73..8th TFW Ubon Thailand....never store a threat you should have eliminated)))
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To: sodpoodle

Or as the old bull said, “Let’s just walk down the hill...”


3 posted on 02/05/2018 2:57:42 AM PST by wastoute (Government cannot redistribute wealth. Government can only redistribute poverty.)
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To: sodpoodle

Nice one.


4 posted on 02/05/2018 3:01:35 AM PST by thoolou (Seems the Information Age gives the illusion of information, while still being oblivious to the wold)
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To: sodpoodle

F-17?


5 posted on 02/05/2018 3:17:09 AM PST by Mark17 (Genesis chapter 1 verse 1. In the beginning GOD....And the rest, as they say, is HIS-story)
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To: Mark17

http://jetplanepix.blogspot.com/2011/10/f-17-stealth-fighter.html


6 posted on 02/05/2018 3:27:15 AM PST by sodpoodle (Life is prickly - carry tweezers)
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To: Mark17
F17?

I'm puzzled too. American fighter aircraft that I am familiar with: F101, F104, F4, F14, F15, F16, F18, F22, F35.

7 posted on 02/05/2018 3:34:51 AM PST by nonsporting
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To: nonsporting

...F-111, and F-117.


8 posted on 02/05/2018 3:36:03 AM PST by nonsporting
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To: Taxman
Thought you would enjoy this thread darling SG.


9 posted on 02/05/2018 3:36:17 AM PST by Daffynition (The New PTSD: PRESIDENT-Trump Stress Disorder - The LSN didn’t make Trump, so they can't break him)
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To: sodpoodle
Stealth fighter would be the F-117 Nighthawk
10 posted on 02/05/2018 3:41:29 AM PST by Mark17 (Genesis chapter 1 verse 1. In the beginning GOD....And the rest, as they say, is HIS-story)
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To: sodpoodle

What’s an F-17?


11 posted on 02/05/2018 3:42:52 AM PST by Enchante (FusionGPS "dirty dossier" scandal links Hillary, FBI, CIA, Dept of Justice... "Deep State" is real)
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To: nonsporting
F-102, F-105, F-106. 😀
12 posted on 02/05/2018 3:44:55 AM PST by Mark17 (Genesis chapter 1 verse 1. In the beginning GOD....And the rest, as they say, is HIS-story)
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To: sodpoodle

rofl, that page is such a joke.....


13 posted on 02/05/2018 3:45:32 AM PST by Enchante (FusionGPS "dirty dossier" scandal links Hillary, FBI, CIA, Dept of Justice... "Deep State" is real)
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To: Mark17

You must be a pilot:) - I’m just a geezer granma who receives interesting emails from many friends - some I research- but FR responses, like yours, are educational.

thank you and God bless


14 posted on 02/05/2018 3:47:13 AM PST by sodpoodle (Life is prickly - carry tweezers)
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To: sodpoodle; Liz; AT7Saluki

True story -

There were a lot of things we couldn’t do in an SR-71, but we were the fastest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the jet. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane. Intense, maybe. Even cerebral. But there was one day in our Sled experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be the fastest guys out there, at least for a moment.

It occurred when Walt and I were flying our final training sortie. We needed 100 hours in the jet to complete our training and attain Mission Ready status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the century mark. We had made the turn in Arizona and the jet was performing flawlessly.

My gauges were wired in the front seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because we would soon be flying real missions but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Ripping across the barren deserts 80,000 feet below us, I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the jet.

I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat. There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us, tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions, when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions.

But it was part of the division of duties in this plane and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn’t match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury.

Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to descend into their airspace.

We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Cessna pilot asked Center for a readout of his ground speed. Center replied: “November Charlie 175, I’m showing you at ninety knots on the ground.”

Now the thing to understand about Center controllers, was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional, tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the ” Houston Center voice.” I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country’s space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that, and that they basically did.

And it didn’t matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios.

Just moments after the Cessna’s inquiry, a Twin Beech piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his ground speed. “I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed.” Boy, I thought, the Beechcraft really must think he is dazzling his Cessna brethren. Then out of the blue, a navy F-18 pilot out of NAS Lemoore came up on frequency.

You knew right away it was a Navy jock because he sounded very cool on the radios. “Center, Dusty 52 ground speed check”. Before Center could reply, I’m thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a readout?

Then I got it, ol’ Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He’s the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new Hornet. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: “Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground.”

And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done – in mere seconds we’ll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Hornet must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn.

Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a pilot screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it. The click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: “Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check?” There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. “Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground.”

I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: “Ah, Center, much thanks, we’re showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money.”

For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when L.A.came back with, “Roger that Aspen, Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one.”

It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day’s work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast.

For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out there.


15 posted on 02/05/2018 3:47:53 AM PST by Libloather (Trivial Pursuit question - name the first female to lose TWO presidential elections!)
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To: Mark17

F-117.... Which could not go anywhere near Mach 2..... but obviously whoever wrote the joke knows nothing about aircraft.


16 posted on 02/05/2018 3:48:49 AM PST by Enchante (FusionGPS "dirty dossier" scandal links Hillary, FBI, CIA, Dept of Justice... "Deep State" is real)
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To: Enchante
Which could not go anywhere near Mach 2..

No, it couldn’t. Subsonic, with no afterburners. Cute joke though.

17 posted on 02/05/2018 4:00:10 AM PST by Mark17 (Genesis chapter 1 verse 1. In the beginning GOD....And the rest, as they say, is HIS-story)
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To: sodpoodle; Libloather
You must be a pilot:) - I’m just a geezer granma who receives interesting emails from many friends - some I research- but FR responses, like yours, are educational.

thank you and God bless

Actually, not a pilot. Former 20 year USAF air traffic controller, so I know USAF aircraft. 😄 I have been inside Houston Center myself.

Regards.

18 posted on 02/05/2018 4:09:50 AM PST by Mark17 (Genesis chapter 1 verse 1. In the beginning GOD....And the rest, as they say, is HIS-story)
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To: sodpoodle

I am not approaching SOS, it is in full bloom.


19 posted on 02/05/2018 4:23:42 AM PST by exnavy (America: love it or leave it.)
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To: Libloather

Love this story.


20 posted on 02/05/2018 4:31:31 AM PST by Auntie Mame (Fear not tomorrow. God is already there.)
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