Originally Posted by
E L Whisty
I seem to recall on ops that my watch went to zulu and my routine was run by ops and my bod. So, it was not unusual to find a group of peeps having their ‘beer o’clock’ at oh four dubs (Zulu, Delta or downtown time).
Aye, you remind me of one glorious exercise in Gibraltar. Are schedule had us taking off 24 hours after the previous landing. It didn't take long to get out of synch with the real world. I recall the unreality of a post-flight nosh - bacon and eggs - followed by a sortie downtown at about 10. We got to bed around teatime and up at O'dark hundred for the next brief and launch.
No way we could have gone to sleep post-flight and again later in the day pre-flight.