RA.
No the world wouldn’t stop if movers did not exist.
It would just seem like it for everyone else.
AWBIW.
I’m not “in” anymore.
Got my chance, (with a little help from an inheritance), and took it .
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining – far from it.
After all, who could grumble after spending weeks on end in old Vegas during Red Flag, with one aircraft a week re-supply at Nellis, with some hydraulic fluid and a new pair of gloves for Nigel.
A quick swap of the hire van for three Corvettes and a tour of the West Coast each week, until the next flight.
Then do it all again in Calgary for Med Man.
Ghurkha rotation from the Far East.
Weeks and weeks flogging round all these places that you had never heard of
NATO conferences with golf at St Andrews, with the Secret Service bods from over the water.
Even commandeered SACEURs’ car once, with him still in it. Lovely chap, shame I can’t remember his name.
And the worst are those Navy lads and their warm water trials on their nasty torpedoes, in the Bahamas!
Eight weeks in a condo on Coco Beach – Its’ rough.
This list just goes on and on.
But it taught me about life.
You make your own chances. You just have to know which ones to take.
Just trying to make a point earlier that not all those rough tatty movers that you meet are all the same.
We are all human, and as such we will all make mistakes at some point in our lives.
Some just make more than others.
Ps; Yes I’ve had the operation to get my knuckles just off the floor