And now this off the Air Force Association “morning brief:”
“USAF Will Scrap, Not Mothball, the A-10.”
This man, is systematically dismantling our armed forces, per the direction of his handlers…
And now this off the Air Force Association “morning brief:”
“USAF Will Scrap, Not Mothball, the A-10.”
This man, is systematically dismantling our armed forces, per the direction of his handlers…
Went out to the base this morning (180th Fighter Wing) to talk with Beth for bit. There were two airmen (Security Police) on duty at the gate when I drove up for an ID check. It looked like a new airman and her supervisor. After checking my ID the young airman waved me through with a nice smile. But a ‘nice smile’ doesn’t cut it – not in my Air Force. It is Military and Air Force custom and courtesy to render a salute to an officer; whether that officer be an active duty officer or a retired officer.
I hesitated a moment, thinking the senior airman might “break the code,” but he didn’t. In previous incidents like this, I have driven on, saying nothing. But today I didn’t. And not anymore.
At first I asked if there was a “moratorium on saluting.” When I saw the confusion in their eyes I took a simpler approach and explained a little bit about military custom and courtesy. From their demeanor, they knew what I was talking about…
After my short but firm one-sided discussion, they both came to attention and saluted. It was almost if they were embarrassed; they knew. And that was that.
(Of note, last week I was out in Albuquerque for a meeting. I stayed on Kirkland AFB. Every time I passed through the gate I was stopped for an ID card check. And every time the airman rendered a snappy salute, as is the custom. Often I was told, “Thank you for serving, Sir.”)
I think, for my part, if I allow ‘disrespect’ to go unchallenged it directly leads to incidents like these two. First,
and then this,
I can’t change the whole Air Force: but I can challenge “disrespect” when I encounter it. And I will.
“Knowledge was inherent in all things. The world was a library…”
Chief Luther Standing Bear, Oglala Sioux
Story Time: In Sept. 1963 I was a ‘New Kid’ at General H.H. Arnold HS, Wiesbaden, Germany. Sitting against the wall that first morning I was scared sh*tless. One person ‘reached out’ to me, Dana Shumard. I don’t know why but we became immediate friends, and kinda ‘hung out’ together for our Senior year. Upon graduation we went our separate ways…
On occasion I would “find her” for a couple years, then we would lose each other again. I knew however, that she lived here in New Mexico. When I decided to come out here to Albuquerque, I looked for her again – and I found her again!
Yesterday she and her husband met me for lunch! We had not seen each other for 50 years! That first hug is one I will treasure forever. Later the evening we met again at the Overseas Brats Regional dinner here in ABQ.
While we never ‘dated,’ I have carried her in my heart for all these years. I don’t know why; maybe she touched my soul that sunny morning in September 1963. I am so blessed to have “found her” once again, and I know it!
I once read that when the last person speaks your name then you are truly lost to the ages. Often, in my morning prayers, I will mention my gratitude for my ancestors and certain people who have ‘walked through my life.’ Johannes Holliger, Dudley Garrison, Uncle Bib, Beverly and so forth. This keeps their spirits alive with me. This morning Bill Bowman walked through my mind.
I met Bill in October 1963. Our fathers were both stationed at Chambley AFB, France at the time. Bill was a senior and I was a junior at Verdun High School. We seemed to have gravitated toward one another right away, and spent a great deal of time together.
As it turned out Bill was my first ‘drinking buddy.” We would get into his dad’s liquor cabinet and bit the vodka. Mixed it with Kool Aid. Sophisticated drinkers we were – and at such an early age! Then we would replace the vodka with water… (We were clever drinkers also!)
When I got sober, in 1994, one of the first people I thought of was Bill. I have always prided myself in solving mysteries. (For years I was an aircraft accident investigator.) So I began looking for Bill. And it wasn’t hard finding him…
His Dad’s name was “Monte,” and he was from Montana. How hard could that be? It didn’t take long before I had Monte on the phone, and he actually remembered me! Go figure. (He thought that I was one of the ‘little shits’ that drank his vodka…) Anyway, after a while he told me about Bill.
Nine months before Bill committed suicide. Alcohol and drugs. Damn!
I can not tell you how many times over the years I have thought of him – he was my friend. So I wanted to tell you about him today; to keep him ‘alive’ one more day…
“It does not require many words to speak the truth.”
I would love my grand kids to pay attention to this; especially whenever they hear a pollution speak. And to keep this in mind when they are speaking…
When I first got sober I began searching. Exactly for what I didn’t know, but I knew I was searching for something. And then one day I stumbled across a book, “The Wisdom of the Native Americans,” Edited by Kent Nerburn. And I knew I found it – Native American spirituality. So simple, so pure, so peaceful. (I have since looked for books on ‘The Wisdom of the White Man,’ and have yet to find any…) And so, in this thread I will begin sharing a few of the entries that are so dear to me…
“How smooth must be the language of the whites, when they can make right look wrong, and wrong look right.”
Black Hawk, Sioux
Look around today, you don’t have to look far. All we seem to deal with is “spin.” The Native Americans have another word for “spin.” It’s called “lying.”
I had to divert into Sioux Falls, SD one day because of inclement weather in Minneapolis. Rain, snow – I cain’t remember; doesn’t matter. There were a “few” of us who diverted that day, and we all ended up sitting on the ramp.
There were open gates at the airport but because of ‘ownership rights,’ union contracts and other ‘bureaucratic BS,’ we weren’t allowed to use them. So we sat. And we sat. Then we continued to sit some more. For about 4 hours we sat out there, on the ramp.
We had flown to Minneapolis on the early morning flight from Duluth that day, and had no food on board. (Other than those small bags of peanuts.) It was only a 30 -40 minute flight at most. And so we sat, without food. Then the drinks began to run short. and I continued to stare at open gates.
Finally I had had enough. I called our Dispatch and told them something to the affect: “We have now been sitting on the ramp here for 4 hours. We have no food on board. People are beginning to get hungry, and I am staring at open gates. Be advised that we have descendants of the Donner family on board, heading out to Utah for a family reunion, and they are beginning to gaze at the other passengers in a somewhat ‘unnerving’ nature. If I am not assigned a gate within the next 5 minutes, I am going to just pull into one and let the ‘suits’ sort it out.”
Got a gate assignment within the next 2-3 minutes. Thank you!
(Time to ‘uncork’ one…Warning: Contains adult language, and directed contempt.)
I went to work for Northwest Airlines in January 1989. I left the Air Force as a lieutenant colonel, having served as a flying squadron commander. The challenge I was facing if I stayed past 20 years in the USAF was, not making (full) colonel; it was having to quit flying. A ‘desk job’ would have killed me… and not being one of the “anointed college boys,” I was headed for a Mk 1, gray steel desk for sure. So I hung up my g-suit and headed off to the airlines…
I was excited to have a job where I only had to fly. And for a few years it was all good. Then I began to see the impact of our CEOs on the flying operation, and the company overall. Specifically their obsession with “the bottom line,” at the expense of everything else. In fairness, I think a ‘business’ has to consider ‘the bottom line,’ for sure – but not at with the draconian measures I saw at Northwest Airlines.
Yes, we were ‘protected’ by a union – ALPA. But I soon began to see where the allegiances of our elected union representatives really sat. In the 17 years I was at Northwest the union did in fact, do a great deal of good for the rank and file. However, there was always an ‘undercurrent’ that somehow I felt as if certain powerful individuals were “in bed” with the company.
At one time in the industry pilots ran the airlines – not shoeclerks. If a line pilot had a buddy who was looking for a job, all he had to do was carry the guy’s resume into the chief pilot, and the guy was hired. Captains actually held “authority” at one time for the operation of their flights, and were held in respect. Then it all began going to hell…
(This next part here is (perhaps) an oversimplification of events; but it works.) The airlines were not formed by East-coast educated college boys. No; they were founded by aviators! I envision a couple former WW I aviators sitting around one day, drinking beer after flying and talking. “You know,” one of them might have said, “there’s some money that could be made by taking people from Point A to Point B in aeroplanes.” “Damned straight,” would have been the reply – and the rest is history…
Form the beginning through the mid-fifties and early sixties pilots were prevalent in upper management. As the airlines grew, more and more people were needed to run the operations. “Real pilots” – aviators – have little interest or time for the “mundane” tasks that are critical for the smooth operation of an airline. Things like training, finance, flight operations, human resources, weather, and so forth. So the airlines began hiring “shoeclerks.” The problem is, they began hiring lawyers and accountants – as well as “businessmen.” And it was this collection of cretins that began to slowly remove pilots from company management positions – to the point that today I don’t think there is a single pilot in upper airline management anywhere!
What we had at Northwest when I left was a collection of arrogant, self-centered well-educated shoeclerks. When given the opportunity, they all would gleefully tell anyone who would listen, just how educated they were! I wouldn’t have let any of them carry my helmet bag! As we went through tough times, at the turn of the century (9/11 and bankruptcy) it was the employees who took the hits – not management. I lost 40% of my salary at one time. The mantra we continued to hear was: “We need to pay our upper management their good salaries, or they will go somewhere else.” Over and over, we continually heard that. Well folks, who’s guidance was it that drove us into bankruptcy? I certainly wasn’t asked what I thought about anything. The truth is, for the whole time I flew at Northwest Airlines, upper management never gave a shit what I, or any other employee thought. Our CEO reminded us (the pilot group) at a meeting one day, that he had a degree from an ivy league school, manga cum laude; and he asked what any of us carried! (He was the guy with the weasel face, the unkempt beard and buck teeth. You would have thought with the money he was making he would have had the decency his teeth straightened! If not for himself, for those of us who had to see him upon occasion.) Then the company “awarded”: this guy with a $26M bonus for successfully steering the company through tough times! YGBSM! They overlooked who’s leadership it was that drove us into bankruptcy!
When I left Northwest in 2006, pilots were treated as nothing more than ‘bus drivers.’ And that attitude permeated down throughout the company. As a Captain, I had the responsibility for the safe operation of my flights but little-to-no authority. That had all been taken by the company attorneys. In the end, gate agents had more say about certain aspects of my flight than I did…
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Today we salute you,
Mr. Airline Corporate Executive Guy!(Chorus): Mr. Airline Corporate Executive Guuyyyy…
Oh yes, you sir – you with the ill-fitting Joseph Banks suit and the your ever-present ‘deer-in-the headlights’ look.
(Chorus): Ohhh please…. don’t let ’em shoot me!
We know you have a magna cum laude degree from some east-coast university: you’ve told us at our pilot meetings – over, and over and over again. And you keep telling us, laude and laude – sometimes without profanity.
(Chorus): We get it, Mother Fucker!
You tell us we need to take pay cuts and take concessions, while you continually take even greater bonuses. For steering us out of bankruptcy. Well, who drove us into bankruptcy in the first place?
(Chorus): Who’s flying this damn thing anyway?
So crack open a nice cold Bud Light, oh master of mumbling, highly-educated double-speak, this Bud Light’s for you! And find comfort that we still love our fucking company, because our company still loves fucking us… “