Drama! Whhoo Hoo...bring it!
Lets review shall we.....
My back is screwed up, I cant pass the PT test because of my...you guessed it...back. I’m supposed to PCS out of the wonderful town of Montgomery on the 13th of December and guess what...I have no idea if I’m leaving...I told her to bring it...lol.
I show up for work this morning after such a fun weekend of pain killers and Yahoo IM to discover that my friend Drama has arrived before me and has made one of my controllers sick as a dog. "Survey says?!" I get to work a 12 hour shift...Joy. Then I discover that "hey, I'm by myself" during one of the most busiest times of the year... The Air Force Doctrine Centers War Fighters Summit. For you that are un-educated in this wonderful event...Every general in the known universe comes to Maxwell to attend a few boring briefing and then hit the golf course and the O-club. I had the SECAF and the CSAF arriving along with the ACC commander and oh yeah....the AETC commander along with the AMC commander...all lined up in the sky waiting...why???
Because the good Lord above said "LET THERE BE FOG"
and there was fog.
The lord saw the fog..then looked at the pretty airplanes and laughed to himself for a long time.
Every O-6 on this base was calling me to find out if such and such had landed yet.
"No sir the airfield is fogged in, they are holding at the outer vectors"
"Well Sergeant I’m out here and I have flown through and landed in worse weather than this..."
"Well Sir, unfortunately for all of us your not flying these aircraft, I’m sure if you were you would be on the ground by now."
Maxwell Command Post this is Josa 232 (UHF RADIO to me)
Josa 232 this is Maxwell Command Post on uniform..Go ahead.
Maxwell Command Post, JOSA 232 is bingo fuel, requesting alternate vectors for approach to your station. (WTF over! Bingo fuel says to me this million dollar trained pilot is about to run out of gas...GREAT)
JOSA 232 contact Maxwell Tower at ***.** (classified..hehe) copy?
JOSA 232 do you copy? JOSA 232 Maxwell Command Post did you copy last? (ok starting to get worried now)
Maxwell Command Post, Maxwell Tower, JOSA 232 ON GUARD.... Declaring Bingo fuel. #1 engine shutdown, declaring IFE, 15 miles out on approach, 4 souls on board, visibility 1/8th of a mile.
Ok so now my butt hole has puckered up so much the seat will not let go of my ass... the big wigs on the plane are muy importante and there pilot got a brain fart and has run out of gas. What did I do?
I did what any good controller would do. I freaked...lol. Not really, Qrc's were broke out...and we waited like we always do in our little concrete shoe box. The aircraft landed and all the rest of the A/C hovering around the base landed right after him. Apparently all it took to clear the fog was a plane to fly through it..lol
So after all this is done, I have to go see the doc about my back...now mind you I had to shoe horn the seat cushion out of my ass. I show up and get to see the BIG DOC IN CHARGE...who informs me that my back injury is so common in the USAF that I don’t have to worry at all about being kicked out of the AF. She gives me a profile for 1 year for no running *yeah! *, no crunches *god I’m excited* and no undo stress on my back *WTF over*. Ma'am can you please define no undo stress so the LT at MSS can have specifics? No undo stress means the following...no running, sit-ups, jumping jacks, windmills, volley ball, basket ball, sports of any kind...oh and no sex...(yer shittin me right). Your not getting any younger Staff Sergeant so take it easy on your back. The sex comment was later defined at crazy acrobatic sex...(does anyone have that anymore???
asjachyld ...you know anyone??)
Anywho I still do not know if I’m leaving and It looks like I will never have to do any real PT again so once again I focus my old NCO eye at Drama and say..."what else ya got bitch?? I’m waitin...BRING IT"