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HawkerPilot2015
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 Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 6:08 am Post subject: A pilots view |
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You see them at airport terminals around the world. You see them in the
Morning early, sometimes at night.
They come neatly uniformed and hatted, sleeves striped; wings over their
left pocket; They show up looking fresh.
There's a brisk, young-old look of efficiency about them. They arrive fresh
from home, from hotels, carrying suitcases, battered briefcases, bulging,
with a wealth of technical information, data, filled with regulations,
rules.
They know the new, harsh sheen of Chicago's O'Hare. They know the cluttered approaches to Newark; they know the tricky shuttle that is Rio; they know but do not relish the intricate instrument approaches to various foreign airports; they know the volcanoes all around Guatemala.
They respect foggy San Francisco. They know the up-and-down walk to the gates at Dallas, the Texas sparseness of Abilene, the very narrow Berlin Corridor, New Orleans' sparkling terminal, the milling crowds at Washington. They know Butte, Boston, and Beirut. They appreciate Miami's perfect weather, they recognize the danger of an ice-slick runway at JFK.
They understand short runways, antiquated fire equipment, inadequate
approach lighting, but there is one thing they will never comprehend:
Complacency.
They marvel at the exquisite good taste of hot coffee in Anchorage and a
cold beer in Guam. They vaguely remember the workhorse efficiency of the DC-3s, the reliability of the DC- 4s and DC 6s, the trouble with the DC-7 and the propellers on Boeing 377s. They discuss the beauty of an old gal named Connie. They recognize the high shrill whine of a Viscount, the rumbling thrust of a DC-8 or 707 on a clearway takeoff from Haneda, and a Convair. The remoteness of the 747 cockpit. The roominess of the DC10 and the snug fit of a 145. They speak a language unknown to Webster.
They discuss ALPA, EPRs, fans, mach and bogie swivels. And, strangely, such things as bugs, thumpers, crickets, and CATs, but they are inclined to
change the subject when the uninitiated approaches.
They have tasted the characteristic loneliness of the sky, and occasionally
the adrenaline of danger. They respect the unseen thing called turbulence;
they know what it means to fight for self-control, to discipline one's
senses.
They buy life insurance, but make no concession to the possibility of
complete disaster, for they have uncommon faith in themselves and what they are doing.
They concede the glamour is gone from flying. They deny a pilot is through at sixty. They know tomorrow, or the following night, something will come
along they have never met before; they know flying requires perseverance and vigilance. They know they must practice, lest they retrograde.
They realize why some wit once quipped: "Flying is year after year of
monotony punctuated by seconds of stark terror." As a group, they defy
mortality tables, yet approach semi-annual physical examinations with
trepidation. They are individualistic, yet bonded together. They are family
people. They are reputedly overpaid, yet entrusted with equipment worth millions. And entrusted with lives, countless lives.
At times they are reverent: They have watched the Pacific sky turn purple at dusk and the stark beauty of sunrise over Iceland at the end of a polar
crossing. They know the twinkling, jeweled beauty of Los Angeles at night;
they have seen snow on the Rockies.
They remember the vast unending mat of green Amazon jungle, the twisting Silver road that is the father of waters, an ice cream cone called Fujiyama; the hump of Africa. Who can forget Everest from 100 miles away, or the ice fog in Fairbanks in January?
They have watched a satellite streak across a starry sky, seen the clear,
deep blue of the stratosphere, felt the incalculable force of the heavens.
They have marveled at sun-streaked evenings, dappled earth, velvet night, spun silver clouds, sculptured cumulus: God's weather. They have viewed the Northern Lights, a wilderness of sky, a pilot's halo, a bomber's moon, horizontal rain, Contrails and St Elmo's Fire.
Only a pilot experiences all these.
It is their world.
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HawkerPilot2015
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| Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 6:09 am Post subject: Re: A pilots view |
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Someone more poetic than me can come up with something about Yak/CJ Pilots..
I am not sure of the author.
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Valkyre1(at)comcast.net
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| Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 5:45 am Post subject: A pilots view |
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Thank you Tim.
What a beautiful and accurate tribute to a profession and a group of people that I will always love. Currently under fire and fighting for it's life, it's always seemed to raise a dichotomy of emotions from those who don't understand it.. respect-resentment, envy-antipathy. Where everything is expected of pilots, little credit is given for a continueous and almost spotless record of delivering those expectations. Little acknowledgement is asked by us either, only that we be given the tools to continue to do our jobs well and safely.
Pilots sometimes lose sight of the fact that we are priviledged to live in a world and share experiences that most of humanity will never know, much less understand. We give them a taste of it however, when we go roaring by at airshows, shoot a base to final to the airport, unaware of being observed, while some overworked ground pounder sits in their car on the freeway as we fly overhead and says "WOW! What was THAT?!" We wake up their sense of wonder. We open their minds to an awareness of endless possibility and an excitement about life that they may have lost.
Most fledgling pilots are born when some veteren sees a gawky kid hanging on an airport fence with a hungry look in their eyes. Inevitably the "old pro" will stop their machine, slide the canopy back and yell "Hey kid, what are you waiting for? Get in here and let's go flying!" We recognize each other, even if we've never met. After all, some old veteran pilot probably did the same for us when we were the one hanging on the fence.
Fly on guys and ladys, fly on -
-Val
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