In my role as amateur air marshall
Jan. 17th, 2006 10:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
An open note to the RAF: chaps, I've no objection to you flying whopping great Chinooks over my property first thing in the morning,jolly good show, carry on and all that, but if I can see, e.g, the soles of your boots? Bit low.
Unless Al Quaida are hiding in the pond again. God, that's such a bore.
Unless Al Quaida are hiding in the pond again. God, that's such a bore.
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Date: 2006-01-17 05:03 pm (UTC)The worst was idling at the intersection by the Naval R&D center's runways minding your own business and waiting for the light to change, looking up as the sky grew dark, and being able to count the rivets on the underside of a C-130 or a P-3 as it came in over the intersection--and your car--to land. You just had to cross your fingers that they didn't inadvertently put down the landing gear on, say, your roof.
But I always liked the way an old A-10 manual of my father's put it: "You can only TIE the low-altitude record."
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Date: 2006-01-19 04:46 am (UTC)LOL! I've mentioned my test pilot friend before - we used to get regularly buzzed on the archaeological site....
I think the equivalent of the Blue Angels are the Red Arrows - like you, we used to get them flying in formation over the house in Gloucester. One year, I went down to the Brighton seafront to discover a big display - they hadn't been to B'ton for years, ever since one of them had to ditch the plane in the sea. But he missed the pier, so that was OK.