But then after the initial thrill has worn off, as all thrills must, you will find yourself in the dark hours of the soul questioning yourself.
Is it really more fun than flying a chinook/apache/seaking/Lynx at 5ft around afghanistan? I mean, really?
What must it be like to have a really useful role?
Do I really look as stupid in a pink flying suit in the DFAC as I believe?
Failed FJJ then Tourist??