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Uncle Jesse sent me to a six weeks at a cool camp called Camp WAATS. They teach you fly a really cool helicopter called a "Cobra" (okay it's not really cool but it is better then a Huey.) I was really excited when I got there, I heard they issued those really cool neck scarves like the Air Force has, boy was I disappointed when they didn't. Anyway in between hanging out at the O' Club and singing "You never close your eyes when I kiss your lips" and strutting around the closest Hooters... forget those parts. Back to the real story. Anyway on my second day (or third, it gets kind of hard to remember starting each day by guzzling a six pack - ARMY TRAINING, SIR!) my instructor let's me actually take control and he says try a ... let me think what it was... oh yea a "Shallow Approach for a Running Landing". OOPS! I guess the engine had one of them "failures" or something like that. I always wondered why they called them skids. Anyway it wasn't my fault or at least that is what I keep repeating until after the court of inquiry. And that's how I spent my summer vacation. |
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| Handy field accessories/landing gear - a 5 gallon pail | Look mom, nothing but desert and my 'chopper | 
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| Skids and skid marks (not the only ones!) | That wet spot is what I did after "landing" | |
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| Four more and I'm an ACE! | I was suppose to land over yonder. |
