Friday, December 29, 2006
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
I was at the gym this morning,
The same one my parents workout at,
And this lady comes up to me and gives me a Christmas present.
I’ve seen her maybe once before in my life.
(At the gym last Spring Break)
She has a son that joined the military the same day I did.
He’s in Iraq right now.
Even though I’ve seen her only once before,
She still thought of bringing me something.
I thought that was really cool.
Monday, December 25, 2006
I got a blanket and pajamas.
Books are abad idea to get me,
Becasue I don't even read the ones I pay for.
I haven't got enough time.
And I finally found out what the dog was trying to get at.
It's a Rubber Duckie.
An AF Blue Rubber Ducky.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
The kids hid something for me in the cabinet.
They moved it because the dog kept trying to get it.
But the dog smells the residue of whatever it was.
So he destroyed the cabinet trying to get it.
I doubt it’s food because they It wasn’t in the fridge.
So needless to say.
If the dog likes it that much…
I’m more than a little concerned.
Friday, December 22, 2006
The food was good,
And the decorations were nice.
The speaker was good too.
They had a live band this time,
Which was nice.
Last year they just had a DJ.
And they had dancing contests too.
I won first place in the Swing contest with a girl I had just met that night.
The prize was two two-way tickets to anywhere in the continental US.
That was really cool.
I wonder if they’ll be doing that again next year.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
All that snow we were supposed to get?
Not a single flake.
My flight left as scheduled,
At 0630 this morning.
I slept the whole way.
Didn’t wake up until the pilot put the brakes on.
This afternoon I was shopping,
And I saw on the news,
Every airport in CO is closed.
They got 2 feet of snow between when I left and about 2 this afternoon.
Monday, December 18, 2006
Cafinating my body for my next final this afternoon.
Trina, the lady that runs the shop,
Has a CD playing.
It has alot of older songs on it.
Alot of them are songs I swing to.
So I'll pipe up every now and then saying,
"That's a good song"
"I like that one"
All with in the first couple of notes.
I think she thinks it's weird that a cadet knows all these old songs.
There is a massive snow storm headed towards this area.
It's gonna park here for about three days
This means there's a good chance of delays,
At the airport.
They had better not cancel my flight.
Cadets have a tendency to get violent when people mess with their breaks.
If it comes down to it,
I will shovel the entire runway,
Then fly the jet myself.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Saturday, December 16, 2006
One who beleives that the earth cannot be moved,
and he has a website about it.
According to him...
"The Earth is not rotating...nor is it going around the sun."
THos of you who have read my "research" paper on physics,
KNOW that the Earth can indeed be moved.
I have no idea what is wrong with this guy...
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
So when a captain crawled into the back of the abandoned vehicle to retrieve medical supplies for his Marines he also grabbed the tightly folded flag as bullets ricocheted off the humvee’s armor. He ran back to his wounded comrades taking cover across the street while other Marines were repelling the ambush with the sound of hundreds of brass casings hitting the ground. Later the captain will recall that he didn’t even feel the bullet wound in his leg as he called in an air strike against the enemy sniper position just a few blocks away. All he remembered was the sound of the fighter pilot’s voice over the radio as she confirmed the target and put a laser guided bomb through the sniper’s window.
Having fought their way through the last remaining enemy holdout in the small port city, the Marines took down the old Iraqi flag which bore the words “God is great” inscribed from Saddam’s own handwriting. It was promptly replaced it with that nylon American flag atop one of the tallest buildings. The creases in the material were still visible as it flew in the breeze that day and the colors of the flag flew in stark contrast with the brown buildings and dust covered streets. Later, the media-conscience commanders would decide that the flag had to come down, and the Marines would take it down – but they would never forget the sacrifice and the courage it took to raise it.
It is clear why there is such opposition to the desecration of the American flag. Millions of Americans have worn the uniform of the United States and served under the flag. We have shed countless tears and beads of sweat under the flag; many have bled under it – thousands have died under it. For America’s uniformed men and women, and the veterans who came before us, the flag embodies more than just the ideals of freedom and human liberty that most citizens love and cherish… the flag is a part of who we have become. For us, the flag represents a higher cause and purpose than one’s self. For soldiers like us, the flag is the sum of all of our experiences – both the pride and the pain, both the service and the sacrifice, both the courage and the cost. As college professor Michael Geisler describes it, the flag is a “metaphor to die for.”1 More appropriately still, the flag is a metaphor worth dying for.
Furthermore, we as military members have pledged to defend the United States against “all enemies, foreign and domestic.” Some see those who would desecrate the flag as domestic enemies who threaten the rights of others when they propagate anti-American sentiment so publicly. It is true that when military members and their families see the flag disgraced by citizens of their own country, it has a weakening affect on the morale and sense of purpose that every soldier carries into combat. It is true when a citizen burns the flag, he or she is disgracing the sacrifice and contributions of millions of Americans to the cause of freedom around the world.
Desecration of the flag is a senseless act, born out of ignorance and perceived injustice. The action itself accomplishes very little, with much more attention placed on the act of desecration than on the political message an individual is attempting to convey to the public. When a citizen burns the flag, they also incinerate their legitimacy, their credibility, and their perceived moral high-ground.
I have never witnessed an American flag set on fire, and I hope I never will. But if I were to imagine for a moment what it would feel like, I imagine it would be like standing in New Jersey on the bank of the Hudson River on a warm late-summer morning. It would feel like standing on that bank and watching Lower Manhattan engulfed in smoke and flames, and waiting for tugboats to bring the first wave of casualties across the river… a feeling of violation, of vulnerability, of helplessness.
Yet despite all of this, we must protect a citizen’s right to burn the flag. The reason for this originates from the very fundamental principle the American military stands for, the protection of the freedom the United States provides. We cannot allow ourselves to become complacent with the concept of limiting the rights of others, regardless of how shameful and contemptible that right may be. Our task, and ultimately our calling, is to defend the Constitution of the United States, which protects the rights of all citizens as long as their actions do not infringe on the rights of others. As members of the military we must remember that we are fighting not only for those citizens who hold our same political views – we serve every citizen and protect their rights to express themselves however they wish, even if it means the degradation of the very symbol we hold dear.
So, an American flag is made from tightly woven fabric, double stitched seams, and the hopes and dreams of millions of free people across the globe. Despite the shame of flag burning, as citizens who wear the uniform we must be prepared to defend the right of expression and degradation of our symbol of freedom… We may not agree with everything that our citizens do, but we must be prepared to fight and even die to defend their right to do it.
We cannot allow for the limitation of the rights of the American people. We cannot join the ranks of those countries that jail or punish their citizens for speaking out against the government. Dissent, whether it is verbal, written, or demonstrated must be protected. It is fundamental to our society as a beacon and example for free expression and human liberty. It is the essential difference between America and her enemies who have no regard for such principles. It is what separates us… from them.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
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Someone just took the last piece.
That didn’t take very long.
I sent out an Email,
And instantly there were people running down the hall fighting over their spots in line.
Most came back for seconds.
I’ll have to keep this in mind for squadron parties.
We had it at one of the civilian girls, Sarah, house.
But her dad doesn’t like to pay a lot for decorations.
While she was at work yesterday,
A group of us went to WalMart and bought some lights and such.
The girl that was organizing the whole thing, Erika, had never hung lights before,
So she decided that I should design the decorations.
I’m not too familiar with the house.
I’ve only been there twice before,
And it was dark,
So I had no idea what it looked like.
She drew me a rough
Sketch and that’s all I had to go on.
I made a few estimations and began picking out boxes of lights.
So we finally got back to the house and began applying the lights.
The neighbors were very appreciative of us.
They said it had been eight years since that house had lights on it.
The stringing was most eventful.
The Andrea, Erika, and Jessica, took on a supervisory role and told Doug, Rus, and myself exactly how they wanted the lights.
My estimates came out dead on.
To the inch.
The end of the lights reached the end of the roof exactly.
That worked out well.
While we were trying to find out which bulb was dead,
Sarah’s mom returned from shopping.
She invited us to stay for dinner.
Since there were three of us on the roof,
And only one working,
I decided to go down and help prepare dinner.
I ended up making cookies too.
That was fun.
After giving up on the lights,
Russ came in to see if he could help.
While wondering through the freezer,
He found a carton of A&W Root Beer Ice Cream.
Apparently intended for root beer floats,
Sarah’s family hated it.
So Russ took it upon himself to liberate the cubic foot of space it occupied,
And ate the remaining three quarters of a gallon that was left.
Needless to say,
He didn’t stay for dinner.
After dinner we went to OCF and then returned for the Christmas party.
I had brought two cheesecakes I had made,
One of my traditional Mochas,
As well as a new experimental peppermint.
I’ve never heard of or seen a recipe for peppermint cheese cake,
So I was somewhat concerned as to how it would come out.
Not many people ate much of anything.
A quarter of the Mocha was eaten and no one touched that peppermint.
Maybe it was because of the color.
I’ll have to work on that.
I got a chance to catch up with a friend I have unfortunately gotten the chance to talk with much in a long while.
In the middle of the conversation,
Someone started a limbo competition.
She said she was good at that and had to go do it.
“Meh, It’s been forever,
But what do I have to loose?”
So I went to try.
After a decently long and difficult process,
The last round included her and myself,
And ended as a tie.
I should not have gotten that far,
Being a guy,
I am infinitely less flexible.
I still hurt from that.
Thursday, December 7, 2006
They ran out of bags.
Cadets are always willing to give blood.
We’re patriotic down to the core.
(Actually, its because we’re not allowed to do training for 24 hours afterwards)
I feel sorry for whoever gets given this cadet blood.
Seeing as how it’s the week before finals,
Everyone has more caffeine in them than normal.
(normal amounts are around 600 mg in the blood stream
I think 800 mg is supposed to be lethal to most people.)
Whoever gets this blood is going to be wired for about a week.
And then their livers will fail.
I got there in time for the most intense blood race all day.
Two freshmen had gotten hooked up about the same time.
The one who got plugged in two minutes after the other,
Had only half his bag filled while the other cadet had his about three quarters full.
Everyone was rooting for the guy with half a bag.
We were coaching him on how to squeeze the ball,
He filled his bag about ten seconds before the other cadet.
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
CNN hasn't provided the greatest details here,
But from what I'm able to piece together,
We're actually gonna try to build a research base up there.
Apparently they're looking at using the lunar poles so they can use solar energy.
Should be fully operational by 2024.
It said we're going to try to use the natural resources to get a mars mission going.
I assume that means a mining operation.
I also assume this will use strip mining techniques.
I hope they try to localize it as best they can.
NASA is designing a new launch vehicle for this operation.
It looks a lot like the Apollo Command Module.
It’s supposed to be bigger though,
And not require someone to stay in orbit will the Lunar Lander goes down to the surface.
And apparently this thing is designed to return on land and not at sea.
Probably a good idea since it looks like we plan on doing this a lot.
CNN didn’t say this,
But I think it looks like they’re planning on two launch’s per mission.
One to get the equipment to the International Space Station,
And one to get the crew up there.
Then the crew get’s in the craft,
And goes to the moon.
Here are some computer generated images,
Courtesy of NASA.
(Do keep in mind,
These are likely to change,
Hence the lower quality of the graphics.)
It looks like I was right,
Judging by this image from NASA,
There are indeed two seperate launches.
Saturday, December 2, 2006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
The sun hadn’t yet come over the horizon,
But it’s light was being refracted through the atmosphere
So that the purest white light was falling on the mountain range.
Each individual snowflake was reflecting a single ray of light,
So that the mountain range began to glow a bright pure white.
Every detail was visible.
The entire mountain range stood there,
Redirecting the sunlight onto USAFA.
And all the ones we had this year?
Well now we have another problem.
A storm that stretches half way across the country.
Half of which is snow.
It must be Global Warming.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Not in any degree or manner; not at all; "he is no better today"
A negative; "his no was loud and clear"
Quantifier; used with either mass nouns or plural count nouns for indicating a complete or almost complete lack or zero quantity of; "we have no bananas"; "no eggs left and no money to buy any"; "have you no decency?"; "did it with no help"; "I'll get you there in no time"
Used to express refusal or denial or disagreement etc or especially to emphasize a negative statement; "no, you are wrong"
Incase this wasn't explicitly clear,
Certain individuals may want to consider doing a word study on "No".
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Bring it on!
The first day was ok.
Had MREs for lunch in the SAR.
Afterwards we went down to Field Training Exercise (FTX).
We ran around with our rubber duckies and stuff.
Various combat scenarios.
We had to use a map and compass to find our way to the different event.
And we had to travel in tactical formations.
The first event was Self Aid and Buddy Care.
We navigated to the event and found several “injured” troops from a “terrorist” attack.
We secured the perimeter,
And treated the wounded.
My “victim” had been “shot” through the lung.
And he was laying next to an “IED”
So I got some one to help move him a safe distance away.
It turned out that the guy that helped me move the “victim” knew him too.
So I had him start talking to the “victim” while I treated the wound.
Then a third person came to help.
I had her treat for shock.
The grader said we had done the best he had seen.
The next event was base set up.
We had to use sand bags to create fortifications.
And then we had to set up three tents.
While guarding the base we were making.
After we finished the tents,
We had to take a test,
As we were doing that,
The sun set behind the mountains.
There was a noticeable drop in temperature.
It went from warm out,
To so cold we could see our breath in five minutes.
The last event was Chem Warfare.
Three people from our element had to get into Chem Gear in a certain amount of time.
It was really funny.
The one girl couldn’t get her combat boot into the chem suit boot.
The other two tried to help.
They eventually got it on.
We had to help put the gear away.
That meant getting the chem. Boot off of her combat boot.
That proved interesting.
We eventually had three guys pulling her arms,
While I pulled on the boot.
It looked like tug o war.
After about ten minutes,
We finally got it off.
We had to go tear down the base we had made.
And it was really cold out by now.
After we finished,
We went to the road to get on the buses to go back to the Cadet Area.
But they were gone.
We waited for them to come back.
But it took forever.
And it was below freezing.
And we were all dressed for the warmer weather that was out when we started.
So we did the only thing we could to keep some heat in.
We all huddled together.
While we were there,
Someone pointed out a satellite flying over heard.
And the some one commented,
“I’ll bet they’re looking at us thought the Infrared right now.”
We all laughed at the thought of a black screen with a giant red dot in the middle.
Only after zooming in would it be noticed that that dot was in fact 20+ people trying to stay warm.
The next day we had a SAMI.
I got a 95.
After that was an PAI.
I got 100 on that one.
Then we had a flight drill evaluation.
We ended up taking 2nd in the Wing for that.
Afterwards was the “PT Challenge”.
It was a piece of cake.
The last day started with the Falcon Fued.
Similar to the AWANA Bible Quiz.
Only with military knowledge.
The first round was brutal.
The other team got all the questions.
And only one of their team was answering.
We thought we were done for.
But we made a comeback during the next three rounds.
We ended up beating them by 5 points.
But just enough to brag about.
Then we had a parade.
I ended up being the Unit Colors bearer.
I found that out when I got there.
We did well.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
We went to see Cars.
(They occasionally show movies here at Arnold Hall)
It was a good movie.
There were a lot of 4*'s watching it with us.
(Since they have absolutely nothing better to do)
But I will admit,
It was entertaining at times.
Particularly they’re reaction when Sgt Jeep was raising the flag and playing reveille.
There was much moaning and groaning.
And a few of them went into spasms.
And then it happened a second time.
I’ve gotten over the whole reveille trauma thing,
But they haven’t.
You could literally feel the tension rising during those to scenes.
That was interesting.
I also thought the “tractor tipping” part was funny.
Friday, November 17, 2006
The flying robot, nicknamed the "bionic hornet", would be able to navigate its way down narrow alleyways to target otherwise unreachable enemies such as rocket launchers, the daily Yedioth Ahronoth said.
It is one of several weapons being developed by scientists to combat militants, it said. Others include super gloves that would give the user the strength of a "bionic man" and miniature sensors to detect suicide bombers.
The research integrates nanotechnology into Israel's security department and will find creative solutions to problems the army has been unable to address, Deputy Prime Minister Shimon Peres told Yedioth Ahronoth.
"The war in Lebanon proved that we need smaller weaponry. It's illogical to send a plane worth $100 million against a suicidal terrorist. So we are building futuristic weapons," Peres said.
The 34-day war in Lebanon ended with a U.N.-brokered ceasefire in mid-August. The war killed more than 1,200 Lebanese, mostly civilians, and 157 Israelis, mostly soldiers.
Prototypes for the new weapons are expected within three years, he said.
© Reuters 2006. All Rights Reserved.
When do these things hit WalMart?
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Most affectionately referred to as “Water Haze”.
The whole class is done wearing BDUs (camos).
So there is a lot of drag and it’s hard to swim.
Because of this,
I went to the uniform replacement store to get some new smaller BDUs,
Since I normally wear Larges.
I found the smallest ones I could fit into in the Medium section,
And went and bought them.
Only to discover,
They weren’t mediums.
They were X-Smalls.
I stuffed my Large body into and X-Small.
And it was tight.
As is typical with most PE classes,
They offered us to chance to validate it.
Validation requires swimming 25 meter totally underwater in a single breath,
Jumping off the 5 meter and swimming under the first bulkhead,
To the next bulkhead,
And back in 1 min 15 sec,
And jumping of the 10 meter and swimming under the bulkhead without surfacing and spreading the water.
Keep in mind that 10m is more than 30 feet.
And there was some Physics major calculating the acceleration due to gravity to determine the speed we would hit the water.
This may not sound hard to those of you who are swimmers,
But try it in baggy pants and shirt.
With enormous pockets.
I did the 25m and nearly drowned.
Fortunately I know how to control my breathing.
I made the 5m scenario in 1 min 13 sec.
And I managed to complete the 10m scenario after having all the air forced out of my lungs when hitting the water.
I was swallowing water to keep from inhaling it.
So in the end…
I did validate the class.That’s an automatic A.
This is supposed to be the toughest PE class here.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
And just for the occasion,
They’ve issued us rubber M-16s.
Most affectionately referred to as Rubber Duckies.
When I got mine,
I noticed it was particularly dirty.
I decided I should clean it,
So it doesn’t get my uniform dirty.
I was thinking of how I could clean it.
I can’t use any of the sinks,
They’re too small.
Maybe I should just take it with me to the shower.
Then I thought of this.
Thursday, November 9, 2006
It wasn’t as cool as last year’s.
They didn’t light it properly,
Much less build it right.
And the funny part was,
The Safety and Security guys were there with their little fire extinguishers.
(As if those would have done anything)
And when the grass caught fire and started spreading,
They were arguing over who had to go put it out.
I feel safe.
I guess them being incapable of putting out the fire
was negated by their inability to build one.
Thought y'all might find it interesting.
The following is a cut, copy, and paste of the EMail she forwarded me.
If you don't think our military pilots earn their pay ...
you need to take a look at this picture ...
and then look again and realize what you're seeing ..
This photo was taken by a soldier in Afghanistan of a helo rescue mission.
The pilot is a PA Guard guy who flies EMS choppers in civilian life.
Now how many people on the planet you reckon
could set the bottom end of a chopper down on the roof top of a shack
on a steep mountain cliff
and hold it there while soldiers load wounded men in the rear?
If this does not impress you ...
nothing ever will.
Gives me the chills and a serious case of the vertigo ...
I can't even imagine having the nerve ...
much less the talent and ability ...
Tuesday, November 7, 2006
Apparently the instructor had worked on some sleep study in the DOD before coming here to teach.
It has long since been believed that because of their workload,
Submariners got the least sleep for the most extended periods of time in the entire military.
He says that is not the case.
It is in fact the Cadet Wing that gets the least amount of sleep for extended periods of time.
This is coming from several respected sleep researchers.
And this new schedule of calls isn't helping.
They told us that they were implementing the new schedule of calls to get us more sleep.
I can see how pushing taps back a half hour and making reveille a half our earlier equals more sleep.
(That was sarcasm)
Saturday, November 4, 2006
Rumsfeld should be replaced because,
"He's lost the support and respect of the military"
Guess what that really doesn't matter.
There are quite a few people in leadership positions here at the Academy that most everyone I've talked too don't "support and respect".
The military is not a democracy.
That's reserved for public governing bodies.
I don't get any say in who my commander is.
And it doesn't matter if I "support and respect" them as a person.
But I must support and respect his rank.
Even if the are generals who don't like him,
Get over it.
It's not your job to like him.
If you don't like your boss,
Then resign, retire, whatever,
And then you can complain all you want.
“An ounce of loyalty is worth a pound of cleverness. If
you must vilify, condemn, and eternally disparage - resign your
position, and when you are outside damn to your heart’s content;
but as long as you are part of the institution, do not condemn it.
If you do that you are loosening the tendrils that are holding you
to the institution, and at the first high wind that comes along,
you will be uprooted and blown away, and you probably never
know the reason why.” -Elbert Hubbard
Friday, November 3, 2006
Wednesday, November 1, 2006
Who the comment was towards and all that,
The issue still remains.
While he didn't come outright and say it...
(Probably cause he hasn't got the guts)
He implied that my brothers and sisters deployed in the desert are stupid.
He may have served in the military before,
But I'm not sure he realizes that the only reason he can say things like that are because they are over there doing what they do best.
Protecting his freedoms.
I've been wondering...
Why does Article 88 of the Uniformed Code of Military Justice make it illegal for commissioned officers to use "contemptuous words" against certain civil officials.
But there is absolutely nothing wrong with them insulting us?
(BTW: I’m not commissioned yet
So if OSI is reading this…
I should be ok)
It's a lot nicer walking to breakfast with the sunrise
As opposed to the sky just starting to get light.
As I came out of breakfast,
I noticed that the sun couldn't be seen because of the fog that covered the plains,
But I could see the shadow of the horizon slowly creeping down the mountains as the sun began to rise.
The light hasn't hit the Cadet Area yet,
But you can see it coming.
It looks beautiful.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
We started testing today.
They graded three strokes and out ability to swim distance underwater.
The final event for the day was jumping off the 5 meter level of the tower and swim under to bulkheads to the other end of the pool.
I have a 44 out of 45 possible points.
The instrucotr said that my strokes were some of the best he's seen.
And I haven't been in the water in more than two years other than the 8 lessons we've had in the class.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Saturday, October 28, 2006
And I didn't take a date.
So I just stole everyone else's.
The entire class of 2009 wants to kill me now.
Half becasue I stole their dates,
The other half because they're jealous of the swing I taught their dates.
BTW, This is all extremely exagerated.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
My instructors were talking about this massive blizzard that was supposed to hit last night.
I looked at the radar and saw it.
It didn't look to big to me.
When walking back to my room last night,
It felt really nice.
There were a few clouds in the sky and the temp was about 50 ish.
But the view of storm I got included the surrounding states too.
No wonder it didn’t look big.
That thing was massive.
I already knew that we had an optional breakfast,
And I was tired from the days workout,
So I decided to sleep in until 0630.
Then My roommate got up and check his E-Mail.
Classes were delayed two hours until 0900.
I get to sleep to 0830.
Then he got up and check again.
School is canceled for the day.
So I just now got out of bed.
It feels nice to actually give my body the sleep it needs.
Edit 1239 26-OCT-2006
Texas Jones and the Trek to Mitchell Hall
(Insert Indiana Jones Theme Music here)
So I got all bundled up to go to lunch.
I had to wear three layers with my Camo.
No Texan should ever have to do that.
I walked out on the Terrazo,
And nearly got run over by the snow plow driver.
Those guy move fast too.
He didn’t honk or anything.I don’t know if he didn’t see me,
Or didn’t care.
The only reason I knew he was coming was cause another cadet warned me.
So I dived into the massive mound he had plowed earlier and struggle to get out to avoid his buddy in the other plow.
I started walking the well beaten and plowed path the Mitchell Hall,
When I noticed some other cadets sledding on Spirit Hill.
I decided that since I was already outside,
I might as well go sled too.
So I got of the well beaten and plowed path the Mitchell Hall and started trekking to Spirit Hill.
The snow was a lot deeper than I thought.
It went up to my knees!
After that I waded thought the rest of the snow drifts and battled the 40+ mph wind to get to Mitch’s,
Only to find it was more perilous inside Mitchell Hall than out side.
The floor was all wet for cadets going in and out all day,
And all that 40+ mph wind was getting accelerated through the couple of doors that were open.
Needless to say,
That was exciting.
After partaking of my meal of hamsters and salad,
I endeavored to procure a box of apple cider and hot chocolate to take back to my squadron.
On the way out,
I met a few of my friends from Swing Club.
We discussed the probability of meeting tonight since it is indeed Thursday.
I laid to rest their fears,
Assuring them that even if Gus didn’t come with music I would bring my collection.
(All 8 songs)
The wind was in my face,
So the trip back was a little longer.
All in all,
I made it back in one piece,
Having made it back with the rare artifact of an entire box of hot chocolate and apple cider.
Monday, October 23, 2006
I was walking back from class,
and looked up at the sky,
There isn't a single cloud up there.
And the sky is that really deep blue that reminds me just how high up I am.
On top of all that,
we've finally gotten above 40.
It's beautiful outside.
Saturday, October 21, 2006
That was fun.
He brought music to play while we cruched problems.
Then we showed him something different that we do.
We use the Bat Man symbol for a lot of our variables.
That was funny.
Even better was watching him try to draw it.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
I left from lunch to go to Swim Class.
It was slightly chilly out.
After class I helped a classmate who wasn't too comfortable in the water.
ran on the treadmill cause I knew it was cold out.
Then I did more workout.
When I left the gym aroung 6,
There was 3+inches of snow on the ground.
And it was still snowing.
Monday, October 9, 2006
They did it.
Apparently that hissy fit they threw earlier this summer didn’t get them the attention they wanted.
I’ve been wondering if they’d try something else to get attention.
Looks like their stepping it up a bit.
Good thing their Taepo Dong II Missiles have lousy range, guidance, and reliability.
I doubt we’ll have to worry about them here in the CONUS (Continental United States),
And Kim Jong Il isn’t stupid enough to use them on our bases that are in range.
That wouldn’t accomplish anything.
The only thing I’m worried about is that his nukes might have a price tag.
In which case,
We all know who the prime customers would be.
I’m still trying to figure out why the UN didn’t do anything when NK kicked them out of the Nuclear power plants in the northern Korean peninsula.
I always wondered why nuclear testing was such a big deal back during the Cold War.
I think I know now.
I just found out that it was an extremely small explosion for a nuke.
It may have just been a few hundred pounds of explosives.
We don't know yet.
This still puts us in an interesting political situation.
Friday, October 6, 2006
Thursday, October 5, 2006
A four ship formation of F-16s.
Didn’t seem like anything to terribly special,
But still very cool.
We saw them coming,
They seemed a little lower than normal.
I think they kicked in their afterburners just before they went over us,
Cause they weren’t going very fast,
But they were really loud.
They flew lower than I’ve ever seen before.
And after they passed,
It still kept getting louder.
To the point were the ground was shaking.
That was sweet.
Tuesday, October 3, 2006
Should be fun.
Needless to say,
My 4*’s have already begun by taking all of our Squiddie’s clothes.
They’ve been wearing his uniforms to class.
He’s been stuck in running shorts and his Marine T-Shirt.
I saw another in Civies.
Another was wearing the issued pajamas.
(Wearing pajamas to class at a military school?)
It could have been worse though.
On the way to mandatory breakfast,
I saw one squidie duct taped to a lamp post.
There was a sign that said,
“I don’t want to go back to Navy,
So I taped my self to this pole.”
I heard he had been out there all night too.
We will also have Wear a Skirt Tuesday.
This gives them an opportunity to actually wear the optional skirt instead of the pants.
They chose Tuesday because it’s the only day we don’t march to lunch.
When I was going to class from lunch,
One of them asked me,
“So where’s yours?”
I didn’t miss a beat.
“Mine didn’t fit this morning, I put on a few pounds over the summer.”
“It happens to all of us. I’ll keep an I out for one for you.”
"Thanks, I’d appreciate that.”
Saturday, September 30, 2006
We played the New Mexico “Lobo’s”.
These guys already hate us because we were the reason they didn’t get to go to a bowl game last season.
And not by a little either.
It was 24/7.
We wooped ‘em good.
We’re actually doing well this season.
Each class chooses a historical figure that they look up to.
Previous class exemplars have included Gen Patton, Gen Carl Spaatz, and General Billy Mitchell.
The Class of 2009 choose Col Hubert “Hub” Zemke.
Zemke was really cool.
He led a fighter squadron during WWII.
They escorted bombers to their target.
Zemke used a different strategy to escorting.
Instead of chasing after injured enemy fighters that were fleeing the battle to score more kills,
They stayed with the bombers.
Because of this,
None of the squadron became Aces while in that squadron,
But they never lost a bomber to enemy fighters.
On the way back from a mission,
The weather got really bad.
The wings were ripped off his plane and he crash landed in German territory.
Needless to say he got captured.
When he got to the POW camp,
He found himself the senior officer among 9,000 POWs.
The camp was in miserable condition.
By the time the war was over,
He had taken over the camp,
Convinced the Germans to surrender,
And had more weapons than the guards did.
This guy was awesome.
And another cool little piece of trivia,
He flew P-51s,
And we’re the 51st class.
How sweet is that.
Friday, September 29, 2006
I was on a straight road,
Away from the Academy.
I here this roar.
I knew the sound instantly.
I looked up and saw I was right.
A four ship formation of F-16s flew over head.
And then disapeared over the ridge in front of me.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
The campaing season has started.
Who am I kidding...
The elections have already started.
And this year,
The Air Force has entered the political areana.
The Bird is going up against the other college mascots,
(If you can call this place a college)
In the Capital One Bowl Mascot Challenge.
The Bird is tied for second.
He needs your help.
So do your patriotic duty and Vote Bird.
You are allowed to vote once a day,
And it only takes two minutes.
So get out there and rock the vote.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Friday, September 22, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
We played Squadron 8.
And it just so happens,
That the Wing Commander is in Squadron 8.
And he’s on their Rugby team.
The 4*’s enjoyed that.
They all were going to see who could get the most tackles on him.
But he’s a big guy,
So they didn’t get much opportunity to take him down.
I did get a take down on him though.
I got to tackle the Wing Commander.
That was a lot of fun.
I spent the better part of an hour playing in it.
I got the hang of it so quickly,
The guys running it left me to do what I wanted with it.
I was coming in for a landing in the A model.
I landed like a normal plane,
And then I decided I wanted to take off vertically.
So I looked around and found the simulator control panel.
I flipped a switch and was instantly in the B model.
I pushed the only button in the cockpit,
And the plane converted to VTOL mode.
So I took off vertically,
Climbed a few hundred feet,
And converted back to normal flight.
I had hit Mach 1.1 in less than a minute.
Definitely a sweet plane.
After a while,
General Borne, the Dean of Faculty, came down to check out the simulator.
That would have been a good time to disappear,
But my bag was on the other side of the room.
Best to become invisible.
It didn’t work.
The folks running the simulator asked her if she would like to fly.
She looked at me,
And said, “ Cadet TheEarthCanBeMoved, would you like to fly it?”
Thinks: “Stealth has been compromised! Begin evasive actions!”
“No thank you maam, I just finished flying.”
Backpack status: Still out of range.
So she climbs in the cockpit and they show her how to fly it.
I figure now her attention is diverted,
So I can stay and watch.
Her assistant starts asking me questions,
And I wound up helping show her how the plane works.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
When one of my 4*’s says,
(With a pirate accent)
“Yarr! Cadet TheEarthCanBeMoved,
Sir, may I make a statement.”
(This is what they have to do when they want to say something,
Except with out the “Yarr”)
I’m a little confused,
So I say,
“Yeah, sure. What’s up?”
“Yarr Sir, It here be International Talk Like A Pirate Day”
“Aye Sir! It is”
“Alrighy then… You have fun with that”
My 4*’s can be rather entertaining at times.
And it gets better.
We’re standing at the tables for lunch.
Over the speakers…
(With a pirate accent)
“Yarr, Wing Tench hut.
Yarr, Wing at ease ya scallywags.
Wing take seats.”
Sunday, September 17, 2006
My family came up and we went camping.
Met with Chris and his dad and his sponsor family.
We met them out in the middle of National Forest.
There was almost no one else out there.
According to Chris,
I should have either died,
Or been seriously injured several times that day.
We took the 4-Wheeler out to a jump he had been to before.
He showed me how to do it,
And then I tried.
The first thing that went through my mind while flying through the air was,
“This feels a lot higher than it looked like he went.”
And it was.
He said my wheels were seven feet off the ground.
His were like three.
He said the highest he’d seen was four or five.
It gets better.
While leading the group down a trail through a field,
I noticed two jeeps coming the opposite direction,
So I tried to pull my bike off the road and drive just to the right of it.
Except I got stuck in a rut.
So the bike dumped me.
I hit the ground and did a combat roll,
And got back on the bike.
According to Chris,
I was doing close to 50 mph.
All I got was a scratch.
And the scariest part about the whole thing,
Is that it didn’t scare me.
I know that means I’ll keep on going until it does scare me.
And I know that’ll be as I’m flying off a cliff.
Then it’ll be to late.
That’s the part that scares me.
So we went out on the trails.
My dad, mom, Sis, Chris, and I.
I took lead that time while Chris followed.
I usually look back to make sure that the group is still behind me.
But this time we were going down a particularly rough trail.
So before I got a chance to look over it had been a while.When I did,
There was no one behind me.
So I pulled over and waited.
After a while Chris comes and tells me what’s up,
He told me my sister had fallen off her bike.
I asked her if she was ok.
"I don't know"
So I took off back up the trail I had just come down.
I know I was going a lot faster than I should have.But as far as I could tell,
I didn't have much a choice.
My sis had fallen off her bike and I didn't know her condition.
When I got there,
She was fine.
She was already back on her bike ready to go.
We decided that the sun was getting low,
And it was time to head back to camp.
We were planning to go see a movie and we had to be moving if we were going to make it.
When we got back to camp,
I let Chris know what I was thinking.
If your going to tell me my sister fell,
And I ask if she's ok,
I don't want to hear "I don't know."
That is the wrong answer.
We went into town to see the movie.
We saw Step Up.
I liked it.
I thought it was a good movie.
It was clean,
And had a good story line.
(Even if it was predictable)
And I got to go clothes shopping.
I finally got some decent civilian clothes.
Mainly swing stuff,
But it looks nice.
And that was my Labor Day weekend.
Friday, September 15, 2006
When my sergeant walks up to me and says,
"So how long did it take the firstie to clean up his room?"
Is stood there for a minute trying to figure out what he was talking about.
Then I realized he had found my video on google.
He thought it was funny.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
The Four Degrees are supposed to make an element board.
This is just a poster of with the pictures of the seven of us on it.
I didn’t know they were doing this.
So when I got an Email from one of them asking for a picture of me,
I sent them the first good one I found.
And then a week later,
I saw it printed out blown up on a wall.
My sergeant got a kick out of that…
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
There are to groups of people.
One group is wearing white shirts,
And one group wearing black shirts.
Focus on the group wearing white shirts.
How many times do the people in white shirts pass the basketball to each other?
Edit: Watch the video before viewing the comments.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Tavistock Square is a quiet, one block park carved out of the middle of office buildings and apartments, where trees and benches and paths and picnickers defy busy city streets. And one year ago here on the 7th of July a terrorist boarded a bus and detonated a bomb, shearing the red double-decker in half and sending the top deck into the air amidst a sea of fire and metal and flesh. That day, three other blasts in different locations would send London into pandemonium and turn the city into the newest battlefield of global conflict.
I had been to places like this before, in Lower Manhattan and downtown Amman. Tavistock Square was the most recent stop in an intensely personal journey that began one year ago when I entered U.S. Air Force Academy at Colorado Springs. But my journey is just one of many thousands in my generation who have committed to serving and training to become military officers under the ominous and urgent shadow of this global war. During this year we’ve been pushed to our absolute limits – physically, mentally, and emotionally. In just one year, the transformation my classmates and I have undergone has made us virtually unrecognizable from our former selves – and we’re just beginning to write the history of how our generation will meet the challenges of the Long War.
One year ago, a friend I know spent his summer refueling and repairing Cessnas on the tarmac of his small hometown airport in Omaha. This year, he’ll be observing from the flight deck of a special operations cargo plane with night vision goggles hanging from his helmet as he watches the European countryside race past two hundred feet below. One day he’ll be the aircraft commander who leads his crew to air drop badly needed humanitarian aid into a war-torn African village… and when the parachutes rapidly unfurl over the crates of food and water and medicine above the village, the sound will resonate louder than any speech ever given at the United Nations.
One year ago, a guy I know spent the night partying on the beach with his friends. They had been through a tough year of military preparatory school and they spent the night launching fireworks out over the Gulf of Mexico and saying goodbye to their girlfriends… at least for awhile. This year, he’ll get the chance to hang his feet off the back of a combat helicopter buzzing over the English coastline and toss target flares into the North Sea. He’ll feel the rush and horrible power of firing a heavy machine gun from that helicopter. He’ll be humbled and shaken by the experience, but one day he’ll be the pilot of a helicopter that will evacuate Americans from an embassy in a war zone.
One year ago, a girl I know spent her summers wakeboarding with her friends on Tampa Bay. This year, she’ll strap into a fighter jet and witness close air support maneuvers from the back seat. She’ll be scared to death and sick to her stomach, but one day she’ll be the pilot who is urgently re-tasked in mid-flight to attack an emerging target of opportunity. With poise and confidence she’ll punch the fighter jet’s afterburners and arm her laser-guided bombs, and she’ll make certain the insurgent safe house is anything but.
One year ago, a guy I know ran a high school cross country race for his personal best time. Drenched in sweat and out of breath, he cheered on his teammates as they each crossed the finish line. This year, he’ll find himself running across another field, this time with an assault rifle. This year, laden with body armor, he’ll find himself leading his team not to a finish line, but into an enemy encampment. Drenched with sweat and out of breath, he’ll yell out commands and give orders to his teammates, orchestrating order out of chaos while projectiles fly and percussions echo at close quarters. He’ll be in training and the bullets will be filled with paint and not lead, but soon he may need to use the same poise and leadership in the towns and streets of central Iraq.
And one year ago, a guy I know was having trouble working up the courage to ask his high school’s prom queen out on a date. This year, he’ll be working up the courage to let go of an airplane for the first time one mile above the earth’s surface and freefall before pulling his parachute and maneuvering to a drop zone the size of a postage stamp. He’ll visit his hometown months later with jump wings on his chest and ask if the former prom queen is still available – she will be.
I continued in London until the battery drained on my iPod. At the end of the day, while the long summer sun still burned late and low in the sky, I took the train north back to East Anglia and back to the Royal Air Force base where I spent my summer in England. Walking back to my dorm I passed a small memorial made of rock and marble next to a round-about. Two tall, green hedges in the shape of towers stood in the center of a concrete courtyard with five sides forming a pentagon. Then I saw two small children playing around a bench on the memorial, laughing and comparing their long shadows against those of the towers. Then one pointed to the engraved marble at the foot of the towers and their mother bent down to them, held their hands then said something quietly. She found words, but I could not.
What the American people need to know is that there still exist hundreds of thousands of young men and women in America who have made the decision to contribute to this fight. We’re contributing in public service, the military, and on college campuses across the country. Many in our generation – most in our generation, will not join us in this choice. Yet we think it’s worth it. We joined not because we want war, but because war is the most repulsive and despicable thing we know, and we’re certain that without a struggle for democracy, stability, and human liberty in the Middle East there can be no peace. And just maybe one day – many, many summers away from this one – we’ll be the generation that finishes this fight.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Didn’t start so fun though.
I sat CQ for 8 hours.
So I didn’t get to bed until 2:30 in the morning.
And then I got up at 5 to help out a local bike and run event.
Had fun doing that.
Sliced several thousand bagels,
Mixed a ton of Gatorade,
But it was fun nonetheless.
Afterwards I went for a hike with my OCF group.
We went up over the mountains and back into the woods.
It was about 7 miles long.
When we got there,
I was tasked with preparing food and building a fire.
So I started up the charcoal for the hotdogs
And then did what I usually did back in scouts.
I sent all the guys out into the woods to find dead trees for me to burn.
Then I did what I did what I did back in scouts again.
I burned every bit of it.
The group didn’t have any axes or saws,
So we had to improvise.
They were trying to spilt the logs by…
Jumping on them,
Throwing rocks on them,
Throwing the logs on the bigger rocks,
And banging them against the telephone pole.
Needless to say,
It was most entertaining.
One of the girls said they were gonna start calling me “sparky”.
That’s what some of the guys back in scouts used to call me.
This whole trip was a lot like scouts.
Friday, September 1, 2006
They went with me to German and Physics.
We had a sub for both classes.
German class was funny.
My dad was feeding answers to the cadets behind the teachers back.
That was entertaining.
Physics was ok.
Had some demos and a review for a test coming up.
A Sikorsky MH-53 PaveLow III had come in from NM during my German class.
(That’s a really big helicopter)
So we got to take a quick tour and watch them take off.
The pilot was showing off,
So it looked really cool.
They cancelled the parade because of storms.
There was much rejoicing.
Much to the amusement of my parents.
I met my family at Arnold Hall for dinner.
We talked for a while until it was time for Swing Club.
They insisted that they just wanted to watch.
So I let them.
And I did show off a bit more than normal.
Just to see the reaction on their face.
I finally got my mom and dad out on the floor.
I taught them Swing and Tango.
But my dad still needs a little work on the steps.
Even my sister danced with me.
I consider this an accomplishment since she thinks I'm stuck in the 20's because I like this stuff.
She did really well too.
I was impressed.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
The new schedule of calls had everyone caffeinated and wired
Classes were starting to get hard, 09 was getting the blame
For 10 sucking it up at the k-test game
Form-10’s and confinements were already old
For a “more military academy” the wing’s happiness had been sold
On this night however, a feeling began to grow
From all of the 09ers who had been feeling quite low
They looked over their calendars, no, it couldn’t be right
Could it really be that tonight was the night
Tomorrow, they would sing out 1000 days left to go
And everyone would get a free burrito
Tomorrow they would forget all that had made them mad
And they would try their hardest without alcohol to be glad
For in 1000 days they would hear those amazing words
“you are dismissed” and flip USAFA the bird
But tonight however, there was still work left to do
Dear God how am I going to survive 1000 more days in the zoo
The same way I guess, I’ve made it this far
I’ll hope for a D. in Engr Mech cause I’m an academic superstar
We palyed Squadron 2.
That was fun.
I got to inflict some pain.
Just like the Knowlege Bowl,
The other team had already practiced.
So they knew what they were doing.
We didn't have a clue.
We had a few injuries.
One of my freshmen knocked heads real good with another.
Lots of blood.
He's ok though.
No stiches required.
He took it well.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
That means it’s also Parent’s Weekend.
Most of my family will be coming up to visit.
Two of them are staying home to ensure that Sonlight puts up a strong fight in Robotics this year.
The plan is for them to get here a little early and Show up at Swing Club on Thursday.
Then they’ll come sit through a few classes on Friday.
And we’ll have a parade and a squadron BBQ.
And then we’ll spend the weekend in the woods camping.
And boating and dirt biking.
Should be fun.
And never overestimate an ally
This is the new Euro Fighter,
Also called the Typhoon.
It’s got almost the same capabilities as our F-22 Raptor,
But at one third the cost.
It’s only got most of the capabilities.
Our Raptor has stealth.
I’d say that’s worth the extra couple of million dollars.
Typhoon isn’t as sleek as our planes though.
My Lightning II is much better looking
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Friday, August 25, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
We are now back down to eight.
In other news,
Our Solar System has been attacked by the Galactic Empire,
The Death Star has begun the systematic annihilation of this system.
Citizens are advised to panic and run wild in the streets.
But we are down to eight planets.
Scientists have come up with a new set of standards that a celestial body must meet before being granted Planet status.
And Pluto didn't make it.
The funny part about this whole thing,
Is the way I found out about this,
I was sitting in German Class,
Doing the Language Lab.
I had finished my work 20 minutes early,
So I jumped on the web and watched a recording of the 5’oclock news from Germany.
I was piecing together what they were saying,
When it hit me
I found this out in German.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Like a stone skipping over water,
And when I believed here,
Our English teacher read this this morning.
It made for an interesting conversation.
We talked about what the poet meant by this.
One cadet brought up the point that
"The skipping is the fun part,
After it's over,
You just pick up another stone."
Every one else thought that was funny.
I didn't like the message behind it,
Or the fact that everyone else thought it was humorous.
The world is under the impression that relationships have little or no meaning,
They think they can keep going until they find what they want.
Pardon my old fashioned thinking,
But here is my opinion.
Relationships are to be more than that.
They are to have a deeper meaning.
God did not create man and woman just to entertain each other,
But to help each other through life.
That means that such a relationship is designed to be long term,
Not the “while I enjoy it” outlook that the rest of the world has taken on.
Other than my immediate family,
I have only one true (human) friend.
His name is Chris.
(He was my roommate over the summer)We didn’t get to be such good friends from just hanging out when it suited us,
We stuck it out and supported each other when the other would have a problem.
I’d listen to him and he would listen to me.
The fact that we have so much in common helps there too.
We’re both Eagle Scouts and we’re both in the class of 2009 up here at USAFA.
We worked together a lot in scouts and we both want to be fighter pilots.
(Even if we can’t agree which plane is better)
We support each other.
I believe that any serious relationship between two people of the opposite gender should be the same.
It should be a long term relationship no matter what trouble comes their way.
This is why the marriage vows include sickness and all that stuff.
It was not designed to be until one tired of the other,
But as long as they both shall live
It’s not like shoe shopping.
You can’t try on five (or 25 for some of you) shoes
And decide which one feels better.
My pastor makes a good analogy when it comes to this.
He says that when you think your ready for a significant other,
Get involved in a ministry that God has called you too,
And run the race,
Look to your left and right to see who is running besides you.
Then take that person's hand,
And run together
Monday, August 21, 2006
2. If you push the stick forward, the houses get bigger. If you pull the stick back, they get smaller. That is, unless you keep pulling the stick all the way back, then they get bigger again.
3. Flying isn't dangerous. Crashing is what's dangerous.
4. It's always better to be down here wishing you were up there than up there wishing you were down here.
5. The ONLY time you have too much fuel is when you're on fire.
6. The propeller is just a big fan in front of the plane used to keep the pilot cool. When it stops, you can actually watch the pilot start sweating.
7. When in doubt, hold on to your altitude. No one has ever collided with the sky.
8. A 'good' landing is one from which you can walk away. A 'great' landing is one after which they can use the plane again.
9. Learn from the mistakes of others. You won't live long enough to make all of them yourself.
10. You know you've landed with the wheels up if it takes full power to taxi to the ramp.
11. The probability of survival is inversely proportional to the angle of arrival. Large angle of arrival, small probability of survival and vice versa.
12. Never let an aircraft take you somewhere your brain didn't get to five minutes earlier.
13. Stay out of clouds. The silver lining everyone keeps talking about might be another airplane going in the opposite direction. Reliable sources also report that mountains have been known to hide out in clouds.
14. Always try to keep the number of landings you make equal to the number of take offs you've made.
15. There are three simple rules for making a smooth landing. Unfortunately no one knows what they are.
16. You start with a bag full of luck and an empty bag of experience. The trick is to fill the bag of experience before you empty the bag of luck.
17. Helicopters can't fly; they're just so ugly the earth repels them.
18. If all you can see out of the window is ground that's going round and round and all you can hear is commotion coming from the passenger compartment, things are not at all as they should be.
19. In the ongoing battle between objects made of aluminum going hundreds of miles per hour and the ground going zero miles per hour, the ground has yet to lose.
20. Good judgment comes from experience. Unfortunately, the experience usually comes from bad judgment.
21. It's always a good idea to keep the pointy end going forward as much as possible.
22. Keep looking around. There's always something you've missed.
23. Remember, gravity is not just a good idea. It's the law. And it's not subject to repeal.
24. The three most useless things to a pilot are the altitude above you, runway behind you, and a tenth of a second ago.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
I didn’t notice this going to lunch,
But I saw it coming back.
I was looking up at the mountains,
And I noticed something different atop Spirit Hill.
It would appear that Squadron 11
Has taken Squadron 14’s bathroom
And put the entire thing on top of Spirit Hill.
It would appear the 4*’2 have discovered what spirit missions are.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
So we got a portable sound system to set up for meetings.
Guess who gets to run said sound system.
Tried it out at our Saturday meeting tonight.
All the clubs set up a table and recruited new Four Degrees.
Most of them had stuff to hand out.
Not Swing Club.
We just had music,
We played music for four hours.
And we danced the whole time.
One of us would grab a Four Degree and danced with them.
We had a sweet demo too.
All sorts of cool flips and stuff.
We got over 170 sign ups.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
So we go,
(Just like any good cadet would)
The Cadet Commander comes out.
Says “(Earth’s Summary: We’re the best Group in the Cadet Wing, Work hard, stay out of trouble)”
(In slightly more words than that)
Than the Air Officer Commanding (AOC) comes out
(He’s the real AF Officer there to keep us in line.
You know how unsupervised college students will act…)
Says “(Earth’s Summary: These are my expectations for the semester)”
(In slightly more words than that)
“Do you think you can handle that”
Group One: “Yes Sir!”
AOC: “What was that?”
Group One: “Yes Sir!!!”
AOC: “Alright than. Dismissed.”
And he walks of the stage.
I’ve never seen anything like that before.
I think I like this new guy.
Than we’re walking bake to our rooms.
There is an enormous black cloud over Fairchild Hall that stretches to the Horizon.
The rest of the sky is crystal clear with a few other clouds in the distance.
The LEWIS (Lightning Emergency Warning Something System) is flashing.
We hear the typical “Lighting is dangerous stay off the Terrazzo”
(In slightly more words than that)
Warning over the big speakers.
A brilliant flash of light hits the ground form the enormous black cloud.
(It was a ways off, so we knew we were safe)
Cadets: “Oooh, Aaah…”
And just for kicks,
I scream: “WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!”
Got some good laughs out of that one.
It's our job to man the Charge of Quarters (CQ) Desk from reveille to taps.
We work the schedule out among us so that everyone sits the same amount of time.
Sometimes people can't make they're shift do to some unforeseen event.
If this happens they have to find someone to fill their shift.
I was working the taps shift for someone last night.
An Email went out asking someone to fill their reveille shift.
I looked at the times and saw I wasn’t doing anything so I sent an Email saying I’d do it.
Then I realized,
It was for this morning.
So I was up after taps,
And before reveille.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
I'm not sure which was more disturbing.
No matter how hard I flung it,
The chicken wouldn't come off,
Or the fact that the last meal we had chicken with,
Was at lunch the day before.
Mitchell Hall food is great.
(That's called sarcasm)
Monday, August 14, 2006
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose,
so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey: Are you like a crazy person?
V: I'm quite sure they will say so.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Friday, August 11, 2006
He’s the guy I report too.
He keeps his hair shorter than I do.
He shaves his head.
He just found a new way to take advantage of this intriguing little detail.
He just ran down the hall…
With a plunger stuck to his head.
Some one up on Wing Staff decided that all storage rooms need to up to standards now.
While I usually don't have a problem with this,
We're usually given about two weeks to get that squared away because of the size of the task.
That and all the rules, regulations, and standards are going to change tomorrow when they release the new Cadet Sight Picture (CSP).
So we're going to have to redo them tomorrow.
Since I'm in charge of Safety and Security,
That falls under my jurisdiction.
(Why storage is considered a safety or security matter is beyond me)
So it fell to me to make sure that all three storage rooms for all four classes were in order.
Normally I don’t mind this kind of thing.
I’m rather used to doing things that seem pointless just because I’m told too.
That and I usually love doing my job and being helpful.
And I’m into security and all that.
That’s why I asked for the job.
The order to get the storage room came out around 1945.
And the deadline was 2100 tonight.
Swing goes from 2000 to 2200.
So by the time I got over the storage rooms done and got over the Arnold Hall,
It was about 2115.
My two hours of dancing got cut too 45 min.
I’m really mad.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Wednesday, August 9, 2006
Monday, August 7, 2006
(Cheif Clerk is the Highest position a Three Degree can have)
He just asked me to be his assistant.
Apparently so big deal Firstee recomended me.
We'll see how this goes.
Please pray for me.
I need all the help I can get.
I know I can't pull this off on my own.
Our future Four Degrees are moved into their rooms.
And I've already been working them.
They're setup up three to a room.
But there's only two beds and two desks in their rooms.
So It ook them room to room,
And had them move desks and bed to different rooms.
But I take care of them too.
I walked into one of their rooms,
Threw a bag of chocolate into a box,
And siad, "Don't get caught,
Share those with your classmates."
Sunday, August 6, 2006
Tiger Ten, Huzzah!
This squad doesn't seem anywhere near as bad as I thought it would be.
All the basics are three to a room.
But they're all in two man rooms.
So I spent the evening moving beds.
And geuss what?...
Super Cadet is in this Squadron.
This should be interesting.
Wednesday, August 2, 2006
It is being replaced with a newer more powerful 406 Mhz ELT.
They put these ELTs in plane and boats and make a smaller version for hikers.
The idea is that when a plane crashes, a boat sinks, or a hiker gets lost the ELT will start transmitting.
The ELT can be activated automatically or manually.
Not that any of you care,
But this is the thing I was trained to go find back when I was in Civil Air Patrol (CAP).
The SARSATs (Search And Rescue Satellites) would pick up the signal and and give us a rough estimate of the location.
The ELT was supposed to be within a 20 mile radius,
But that rarely happened.
The SARSATs have to orbit three times to verify that the signal is a real distress signal.
Then AF RCC (Air Force Rescue Coordination Center) calls CAP,
CAP passes the info down through Region, Wing, Group, then to Squadron.
A team is assembled at the Squadron level and sent out.
This whole process takes a rather long time.
And then the team has to actually find the ELT.
A process that can take anywhere from 2-48 hours.
This reason this whole process takes so long is mainly because of the limited information available at the beginning of the mission.
The only location info we get comes from the satellites ability to determine it from the signal direction.
Accuracy is severely limited because the 121.5 Mhz ELT only emits a .1 Watt signal.
The new 406 Mhz ELT will transmit a 5 Watt signal, narrowing accuracy to 2 miles using signal alone.
When coupled with a GPS unit, as many of them will be, the 406 Mhz ELT’s accuracy becomes 100 yards.
That’s a significant improvement over 20+ miles.
This alone should help reduce SAR mission times.
The only downside to all this,
We’ll need to get new equipment.
Our current ELPER (the unit we use to determine the direction of the signal) only receives 121.5, 121.7, and 243 (121.7 is our training frequency).
The new equipment will be expensive,
But it’ll be worth it.
(Plus the fact that congress sends money for this helps)
Tuesday, August 1, 2006
That instructor walks out.
Soon, another instructor walks in and closes the door.
New Instructor: "This was kind of last minute, so I haven't got a clue what we're doing. I hear you have a final tomorrow. Well, let's see... We can study for the final, meaning I'll go get a copy and we'll study it, We can blow something up, or we can get out early. What do you guys want to do?"
Random Student: "All three?"
New Instructor: "Sounds good. I'll go get the chemicals."
And such is how the morning proceeded.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Thought y'all might get a kick out of them.
The USAFA Swing Club Group Photo
The USAFA Swing Club in Action
(We have a tendency to spread out a lot,
All those aerials will do that.)
Most of the core group
I take this stuff way too seriously
The Cadet Jazz Band did some live performance at the Cadet Jamboree.
Yeah, We rocked out.