Pilot Nuggetelli: Transponder inop for entire mission.
Senior Chief: Moved transponder switch to O-N position. Now transponder is four-oh.
Pilot Newbie: Encountered strange sqeaky noise in cockpit in vicinity of co-pilot's seat.
Senior Chief: Applied anti-sqeaky juice in vicinity of co-pilot's seat. No noises encountered.
Did the co-pilot have something funny for breakfast?
The first one you're on your own with.
we had one pilot we gave the handle "Caveman" to, based on the way he ate his food....nuff said...[;)]
Kirk Lazarus: I know who I am. I'm the dude playin' the dude, disguised as another dude! Ron Swanson: Clear alcohols are for rich women on diets.
well, someone quite similar...my maintenance senior chief...used to write witty responses in the Gripe Log, such as:
Pilot Nuggetelli: Transponder inop for entire mission.
Senior Chief: Moved transponder switch to O-N position. Now transponder is four-oh.
Pilot Newbie: Encountered strange sqeaky noise in cockpit in vicinity of co-pilot's seat.
Senior Chief: Applied anti-sqeaky juice in vicinity of co-pilot's seat. No noises encountered.
When a Chief is training an officer; sometimes it's straight forward, sometimes more subtle ways are needed. [;)]
Whipple
MMCS(SW/AW) 1981-2001
1981 RTC, SD
81-82 NPS, Orlando
82-85 NPTU, Idaho Falls
85-90 USS Truxtun (CGN-35)
90-93 USS George Washington (CVN-73)
93-96 NFAS Orlando
96-01 Navsea-08/Naval Reactors
******With the RAF, 11th Auxillary Erstwhile Antitank Coy., Tuoungoo, Siam, January 25, 1942*****
Soldier 1: 'ow about we put some charges in your stockings, cover them with axle grease and throw them against the tanks, sir?
Lt. Uppington-Smyth: That does have merit, but I rather fancy my stockings.
Soldier 1: Honestly, sir, they make you look like a homosexual.
Lt. Uppington-Smyth: They absolutely do no such thing......do you really.......right, so I want the overinflated Wapiti tyres spaced every 15 ft along the road and I shall remove my stockings for the sticky bombs...
So, I suggest to Lord Admiral Sprior that he move some Uglofortresses into Balikpapan to strike the Jap shipping at Samarinda and the very next turn the Japs cross the river, shock attack, and capture Balikpapan. [:D][:D][:D]
He would be wise to paternalistically acknowledge my suggestions and then do just the opposite. [:'(]
Luzon 1-25-42: I moved a second tank Bn. to Manila as a reinforcement. This worked well as the Jap attack went off at 1:2.
Unfortunately, a Jap attack at Clark went off at 1:1 and removed the last fortifications there. I will take 2 Scout Bn's out of reserve and move a Milita Div. from Bataan and see if I can hold a bit longer at Clark.
The 3 P-38's at Bataan went into action today, ambushing, with the P-40's, a Jap raid on Manila. A dozen Nates and 2nd line bombers went down.
*******HQ, Heron Detachment, Nauru Island, January 26, 1942*******
Digger: <reclining shirtless on a beach chair> Lt., isn't it about time for the mail boat?
Lt. Avery-Guano, Acting Coy CO: <also reclining on a beach chair, eyes closed> Good point. <thinking aloud> Every odd month on the 25th. Hmmm...what's the date?
Digger: 26th, I believe, Lt.
Lt. Avery-Guano, Acting Coy CO: God damnit! We draw duty on this stinking piece of rock and they can't even get the mail boat here on time once every two months. <resumes his previous torpid state...then after about 20 seconds he sits bolt upright> THE RUM RATION!
Digger: Yes sir, we are almost out.
Lt. Avery-Guano, Acting Coy CO: BUGGER! Raise Rabaul on the shortwave, NOW!
Digger: No can do, sir. The batteries are shot, been that way since the first week of December.
Lt. Avery-Guano, Acting Coy CO: MADRE DE DIOS! Well get what's his name to make some more of the cocconut shell batteries. Do I have to think of everything around here? <he takes a sip of his rum and coke and immediately spits it out, peeling off his eyepatches. Evidnetly, a blue-footed boobie has scored a direct hit from 100ft.> GODDMANED FLYING RATS...
*******HQ, Heron Detachment, Nauru Island, January 26, 1942*******
Digger: <reclining shirtless on a beach chair> Lt., isn't it about time for the mail boat?
Lt. Avery-Guano, Acting Coy CO: <also reclining on a beach chair, eyes closed> Good point. <thinking aloud> Every odd month on the 25th. Hmmm...what's the date?
Digger: 26th, I believe, Lt.
Lt. Avery-Guano, Acting Coy CO: God damnit! We draw duty on this stinking piece of rock and they can't even get the mail boat here on time once every two months. <resumes his previous torpid state...then after about 20 seconds he sits bolt upright> THE RUM RATION!
Digger: Yes sir, we are almost out.
Lt. Avery-Guano, Acting Coy CO: BUGGER! Raise Rabaul on the shortwave, NOW!
Digger: No can do, sir. The batteries are shot, been that way since the first week of December.
Lt. Avery-Guano, Acting Coy CO: MADRE DE DIOS! Well get what's his name to make some more of the cocconut shell batteries. Do I have to think of everything around here? <he takes a sip of his rum and coke and immediately spits it out, peeling off his eyepatches. Evidnetly, a blue-footed boobie has scored a direct hit from 100ft.> GODDMANED FLYING RATS...
Just curious, Cap: When Lt. Avery's daughter gets married, will she drop the Guano?
well, someone quite similar...my maintenance senior chief...used to write witty responses in the Gripe Log, such as:
Pilot Nuggetelli: Transponder inop for entire mission.
Senior Chief: Moved transponder switch to O-N position. Now transponder is four-oh.
Pilot Newbie: Encountered strange sqeaky noise in cockpit in vicinity of co-pilot's seat.
Senior Chief: Applied anti-sqeaky juice in vicinity of co-pilot's seat. No noises encountered.
When a Chief is training an officer; sometimes it's straight forward, sometimes more subtle ways are needed. [;)]
Whipple
so true!
Kirk Lazarus: I know who I am. I'm the dude playin' the dude, disguised as another dude! Ron Swanson: Clear alcohols are for rich women on diets.