You overhear a conversation about ‘flares’, where does your daydreaming take you?
a) To Afghanistan, low level on gogs, dodging RPG’s, Triple A & tracer, hair on fire, loadie in the cupola, to see over the next ridge, CoPilot has his eyes shut, Nav earning his Hob Nobs for a change, Air Eng screamin’ for his mother, GE’s smokin’ down the back, Air Despatchers laying bets on who dies first, passengers looking menacing
b) To something you always do a bit too early and get a slap from that urine smelling, grumpy old Sqn Ldr sat to your left
c) Flares..Flare..Flair..to that natural talent that deserted you when you needed it most. You could have been a contender, you never stood a chance
d) To that 70’s disco where you made a medalion out of your Jubilee medal and some lamb chop sideburns from your pubic hair and double sided sticky tape
Mostly a)
You are the best of the bunch, apart from the fact you fly a Hercules. You have been chosen for the job for certain aspects of your character, most of which suggest you should have joined the Army
Mostly b)
You are on the OCU and just wish some of that equal opportunities stuff would rub off on that bully of an instructor who causes you to cry yourself to sleep every night
Mostly c)
You are a Navigator
Mostly d)
You are an Ascoteer (my son). The world is your lobster
