Damn, @schurem! Were you like a fighter pilot in another lifetime?

Haha perhaps I’m the reincarnation of some cigar chomping mustachio’d hotshot of a bygone era. Fighter planes and all that surrounds them have been my geek focus since I was 7 or so. At 13 I found out I couldn’t read the math on the blackboard from my usual perch in the back of the class. Took me a long time to give a shit again…

I read everything there is to know about plane-fu. I’ve played combat flight sims and games for as long as I can remember. I’m not particularly good at it, but good enough to teach fundamentals and enjoy myself blasting bandits. Perhaps when the kids are more independent and I have more time, I might work up to a level where I’d not feel ashamed to take part in competition flying.

I hear you. When I was a kid I wanted to be a pilot, too, though helicopters really appealed to me more than anything. But it was rapidly apparent that my vision was going do disqualify me from pretty much everything, let alone flying!

Before I realised I had slightly less than perfect vision, I got to fly a small aircraft as a teenager.

It was when I was in the Air Cadets, so the main pilot was an RAF instructor, and I guess he was bored that day because we did side rolls, barrel rolls and reverse barrel rolls (a somersault in the air basically) and the whole thing left me shaking when we got back to the ground.

Not a good experience, and made me decide not to pursue flying.

Next time I’ll take your place. It is a sacrifice, but one I am willing to make.

It was in something like this:

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It wasn’t that much fun.

AS an aside, I discovered soon after that I don’t much care for rollercoasters either.

Heh. In my infantry days long ago, I participated in an exercise, a simulated battalion air assault on an airport. The point of embarkation was a lava floe in the training area in the saddle between the two volcanoes that make up the island of Hawaii, and the objective was a private airfield along the Kona coast about 6000 feet below us. We took off in Blackhawks before dawn. The pilots were NG / Reserve pilots getting their weekend training in, and for them it was all a lark, so we would skim along just above ground until the ground below us disappeared, then dive straight down a few hundred feet to the rain forest canopy level, then skim the canopy a bit, then dive a few hundred feet again, and so on. It was terrifying, soldiers were screaming, some were vomiting, and the pilots were laughing their asses off the whole time.

See, that just makes it better!

(I do love roller coasters, for the record. And mountain biking)

My uncle (a now retired career Navy man) wanted me to join the Navy BADLY; he thought I would make a great pilot. When I visited him, I may or may not have participated in a highly-against-regulations flight. Quite the hypothetical experience.

Turns out AP grenades are real

And 2 are still missing.

That is a bit worrisome.

Well, you need those babies to do any serious deer hunting. Everyone knows that.

Darn those Kevlar-wearing deer!

That’s what they call ee-vol-yoo-shun.

This is awful.

It surely is awful.

Awful, though sadly too not that surprising. We do not do very well by our veterans, despite the rampant militarism among much of the far right. Back in the Vietnam era, and the decade afterwards, many people pointed to the contrast between the way the country treated WWII vets and the way it treated Vietnam vets. The common wisdom was that many of the difficulties Vietnam era veterans faced were rooted in the sense of abandonment or invisibility many felt when coming back to a civilian existence that at best ignored them and at worst met them with active hostility. But I think the situation is far worse today.

Back then, Vietnam was for maybe a decade front and center on people’s radars. It dominated the news many nights, and was at or near the center of much of the political and social unrest of the era. We’ve now had people in harm’s way in Afghanistan for nearly 20 years. We were actively involved in Iraq from 2003 to 2011 or thereabouts, with occasional involvement since then. Yet there is little to any ongoing coverage of these things, apart from the infrequent flare ups of events that were significant enough to major news outlets to motivate some coverage. Tens of thousands of men and women have cycled through these combat zones, thousands being injured or killed since 2001, yet the level of public awareness of what was going on was never very high. In the beginning, or when the invasion of Iraq kicked off in 2003, sure, but nothing like the nightly drumbeat of war news we had in the period from around 1966 to 1973.

Part of this of course is the 24-hour news cycle and the always-on Internet, which makes sustained focus on any one thing nearly impossible. Part though is the way the military, after Desert Storm, figured out how to pretty much banish actual news reporting from combat theaters. Unlike in Vietnam, where you had cameramen and reporters in the mud with the grunts, often covering stuff with little effective oversight from Saigon, nowadays we rarely get any real coverage of combat ops and none that isn’t massaged, managed, and carefully curated by the Pentagon.

So, yeah, service personnel today go abroad, serve in dangerous circumstances, and come home to a place where no one knows or cares about what they did, or understands why, though the latter is squarely on the shoulders of the government which, in my view, really doesn’t know what the hell it is doing over there. It’s almost as if people would be better off incurring anger and opposition from people back home, rather than utter indifference.

The real kicker was that more active duty people have committed suicide than have died in the forever war.

They took it seriously, though sometimes in dumb ways.

When I was in, I got yelled at for not owing enough stuff, because that was seen as a sign of potential suicidal tendencies.

Owing?