Special Memories
Join Date: Aug 2007
Location: Rubber boat shed
Age: 84
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Hi Stichbitch sorry to hear that you are leaving on a sour note.
Tashengurt is right I am sure that you have a plethora of fond and nostalgic memories of people,places and Squippering experiances.
Give it time and when you look back you will wonder why you ever let some people and situations bother you (I know that I did)
On behalf of TG13 wishing you good luck and every success with whatever you have planned for the future.
Tashengurt is right I am sure that you have a plethora of fond and nostalgic memories of people,places and Squippering experiances.
Give it time and when you look back you will wonder why you ever let some people and situations bother you (I know that I did)
On behalf of TG13 wishing you good luck and every success with whatever you have planned for the future.
Last edited by Ancient Squipper; 8th Jan 2013 at 13:41. Reason: spelling
I share many memories with those who have already posted. However my tuppence worth:
At Linton on a claggy winters day, being on the wing climbing up through the smeg with nothing to formate on but the references in the murk and then breaking out into glorious sunshine on top, breaking out into fighting wing and then tail chasing above! Brings a smile to my face as I type.
The general feeling of utter freedom that flying gives you. Joy at seeing things I would never get to see unless I was flying: various places in the Highlands that would take days to walk to, the number of stars out there when seen through NVGs, the beauty of the countryside (wherever you are in the world), parts of the Middle East that despite then tension and pain were a beauty and experience to see.
The feeling of success when you land from a mahoosive COMAO that your were instrumental in planning and leading (esp at night!).
The butterflies in your stomach as you run towards target (on the range or in anger), satisfaction of the release (ooer!), resounding thump as the carts fire the bomb off, and relief when it hits the target and goes bnag (for lives) and you know you've helped someone out on the ground.
All in all, I've been jolly lucky!
At Linton on a claggy winters day, being on the wing climbing up through the smeg with nothing to formate on but the references in the murk and then breaking out into glorious sunshine on top, breaking out into fighting wing and then tail chasing above! Brings a smile to my face as I type.
The general feeling of utter freedom that flying gives you. Joy at seeing things I would never get to see unless I was flying: various places in the Highlands that would take days to walk to, the number of stars out there when seen through NVGs, the beauty of the countryside (wherever you are in the world), parts of the Middle East that despite then tension and pain were a beauty and experience to see.
The feeling of success when you land from a mahoosive COMAO that your were instrumental in planning and leading (esp at night!).
The butterflies in your stomach as you run towards target (on the range or in anger), satisfaction of the release (ooer!), resounding thump as the carts fire the bomb off, and relief when it hits the target and goes bnag (for lives) and you know you've helped someone out on the ground.
All in all, I've been jolly lucky!
One of many was:
..Site checking and glider type conversion for my brother at Laarparts, me with about 1000 hrs and him, an ex ETPS Test pilot, with about 10000 hours!!!
He indulged me a bit, I think
OMS = 39 great years with many many outstanding memories....
He indulged me a bit, I think
OMS = 39 great years with many many outstanding memories....
