Anyone that’s anyone in C-130/C-17/C-5s has had a legendary trip to Lajes Field Portugal. Except me. Until now!
Do you even lift bro?
“Ain’t nobody ever got the go code yet, and ole Ripper wouldn’t be giving us Plan R unless those Ruskees have clobbered Washington and a lot of other towns with a sneak attack. Well boys, I recon this is it. New-klee-r combat toe to toe with the Ruskees.”
Anytime I’m in the situation to preload fuel for tomorrow’s flight, I’m a big fan of shutting down the jet, and doing the peaceful battery refuel. The pleasant afternoon silence was interrupted with the loud cows answering back the refuel vent’s moose call. “All right Bessy relax!”
This place is junk! No Coors Light!
We scramble the wing at dawn.
5 years after production, this jet was repainted at Depot by someone that had one too many beers the night before. They didn’t switch the stencil set when moving to this side of the tail, and the typeface leans forward instead of back. Always triggered me, and thankfully the second repaint last year got it right.
Good safety RACM.
Positive rate, gear up.
Somewhere on a beach.
“I never know what’s shes doing back there?”
Give ‘em the double barrel finger guns!
P&W power. In thrust we trust.