Should the Worst Ever Happen to Me
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				200hr Wonder
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Should the Worst Ever Happen to Me
Should the worst ever happen to my while I sore through the air do not weep for me for I was doing what I loved. I have flown and touch the clouds and been in harmony with the wind. Never a moment do I regret the choices that I have made or the career path that I have chosen. Do mourn the people who perhaps perished behind me, however for me I was at peace. I was doing what I loved and would have it no other way, for we are the few the lucky. We have touched the face of god and seen hell in a cloud that was gray and nasty. If I where to die while trying to fly my wounded craft to the ground in safety so be it that is what is meant for me. I am not the first nor will I be the last just do not forget me, and learn from my sacrifice.
*200Hour Wonder*
Flying is the only thing I have truly loved and I would not be complete had I never done it
Please should I fall post my name here for all to know once my parents are notified, for I would like to be celebrated as our other fallen brethren have been. Celebrate my life do not mourn it.
*200Hour Wonder*
Flying is the only thing I have truly loved and I would not be complete had I never done it
Please should I fall post my name here for all to know once my parents are notified, for I would like to be celebrated as our other fallen brethren have been. Celebrate my life do not mourn it.
lets hope this does not happen. I'd rather celebrate birthdays, new jobs, weddings and new family additions.
But If I was to fall prey to fate, I would hope my friends would throw a big party and remember the good times. Spred some of my ashes to the wind so I may continue my travells.
Cheers.
But If I was to fall prey to fate, I would hope my friends would throw a big party and remember the good times. Spred some of my ashes to the wind so I may continue my travells.
Cheers.
The feet you step on today might be attached to the ass you're  kissing tomorrow.
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						Chase lifestyle not metal.
If it should happen to me…. Please tell my wife that I loved her till the end … give my mum a hug at my memorial … and tell my folks (who will have travelled out from the UK) that even though fate dealt me a bad hand, my life was richer for the experiences and the opportunities I've had.
And tell my Dad a joke, hopefully a silly filthy one.
Thank you, thank you.
And tell my Dad a joke, hopefully a silly filthy one.
Thank you, thank you.
I am making an assumption about the age of the originator of this subject, but are all young pilots pussies?
There was a time when this was a man's business. (Which included, speaking as a male feminist, women with figurative balls.)
What is with all the public anguish every time there is an accident?
It seems a version of the "recreational grieving" that takes place in larger society. Like, when a church is packed for the funeral of a murdered child in Toronto, but where most of those present didn't know the child or his family, in any way. In fact, had never even heard of the kid until the murder hit the news!
If you knew the dead crew members of an accident, fine, this is like the old party-line telephone. Say something.
If you're just gawking, as though you're driving by a highway accident, keep all your hand wringing, whining and pious statements to yourself.
"Sound off like you've got a pair!" Gunnery Sergeant Hartman
There was a time when this was a man's business. (Which included, speaking as a male feminist, women with figurative balls.)
What is with all the public anguish every time there is an accident?
It seems a version of the "recreational grieving" that takes place in larger society. Like, when a church is packed for the funeral of a murdered child in Toronto, but where most of those present didn't know the child or his family, in any way. In fact, had never even heard of the kid until the murder hit the news!
If you knew the dead crew members of an accident, fine, this is like the old party-line telephone. Say something.
If you're just gawking, as though you're driving by a highway accident, keep all your hand wringing, whining and pious statements to yourself.
"Sound off like you've got a pair!" Gunnery Sergeant Hartman
Like I've mentioned before, this whole "doing what I loved" crap is retarded. Doing what you loved??? ...........Crashing?? "yeah!!! this is awesome!!! I love crashing!!!!"
No thanks, I'll take the old fart having a heart attack exit...If I ever pile 'er in, please, don't tell anyone I died doing what I loved.
No thanks, I'll take the old fart having a heart attack exit...If I ever pile 'er in, please, don't tell anyone I died doing what I loved.
ch135146 PLEASE!!!. It reminds us of our vulnerability especially when it hits close to home. It is a very small industry and sharing helps the mourning process. You talk about balls, have a heart. This is the 3rd friend in less than 6 months and if people can share and learn it helps. Nothing good to say, please keep it to yourself.
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				Demosthenes
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Aviation is a much less risky business than it used to be.
Try flying US mail between WWI and WWII. One of the pilots that did it, and survived, was a fellow by the name of Charles Augustus Lindbergh, whom has been pretty well forgotten by today's generation of pilot, but he was incredibly famous in his day.
Someone asked him about all the nutty things he did in aircraft, and he had this marvellous quote:
"Ten years in aviation is worth a normal lifetime"
Of course, aviation has changed considerably over the years. I personally don't think that button-pushing in the cockpit of a Boeing or Airbus is really intellectually much above tightening lug nuts on an automobile assembly line, but I digress.
We are all free to make our choices. I for one, would not have it any other way.
It would be interesting to interview some prostitutes on the street, like some numb-nut CBC reporter, and ask them why they chose this career. After the expletives died down, they would probably tell you that they had no choice.
If you talk to young pilots at small aviation companies, who are asked by management to do unsafe things (or there's the door), the young pilots would probably tell you that, like a prostitute on the street corner, they don't have a choice.
I might politely disagree with the young pilot.
Try flying US mail between WWI and WWII. One of the pilots that did it, and survived, was a fellow by the name of Charles Augustus Lindbergh, whom has been pretty well forgotten by today's generation of pilot, but he was incredibly famous in his day.
Someone asked him about all the nutty things he did in aircraft, and he had this marvellous quote:
"Ten years in aviation is worth a normal lifetime"
Of course, aviation has changed considerably over the years. I personally don't think that button-pushing in the cockpit of a Boeing or Airbus is really intellectually much above tightening lug nuts on an automobile assembly line, but I digress.
We are all free to make our choices. I for one, would not have it any other way.
It would be interesting to interview some prostitutes on the street, like some numb-nut CBC reporter, and ask them why they chose this career. After the expletives died down, they would probably tell you that they had no choice.
If you talk to young pilots at small aviation companies, who are asked by management to do unsafe things (or there's the door), the young pilots would probably tell you that, like a prostitute on the street corner, they don't have a choice.
I might politely disagree with the young pilot.
Thoughts and prayers to the families of the people in the accident.
200 Hr -- LOL, that was by far the funniest post I've read in a while. Thanks for that, you made my day.
200 Hr -- LOL, that was by far the funniest post I've read in a while. Thanks for that, you made my day.
Just wondering, where did you get the 200 hrs. That is some pretty intense training.We have touched the face of god and seen hell in a cloud that was gray and nasty.
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				wanpaku
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I have to agree with raven, I don't want people saying "he died doing what he loved."  The last thing I would want to see is the ground hurtling up at me as my airspeed exceeds 400 KIAS.  No thank you.  If I'm going to go any time soon, I hope I get hit by a Mac truck while looking the other way.  I don't want to see it coming.  
Flying is a job, who wants to make the ultimate sacrifice so Mr. Sonic can make a buck or two. I don't, and I am sure that anyone who has said such a thing, would quickly change their point of view once they know the end is seconds away. Why wait til you're seeing nothing but ground and hearing nothing but rushing air to have a moment of clarity. Wake up now. If you work as a pilot, you are nothing but a glorified bus/taxi driver.
Anyone who says that they are willing to make the ultimate sacrifice so they can be fulfilled at work, is full of shit........
And that is all I have to say about that!
Flying is a job, who wants to make the ultimate sacrifice so Mr. Sonic can make a buck or two. I don't, and I am sure that anyone who has said such a thing, would quickly change their point of view once they know the end is seconds away. Why wait til you're seeing nothing but ground and hearing nothing but rushing air to have a moment of clarity. Wake up now. If you work as a pilot, you are nothing but a glorified bus/taxi driver.
Anyone who says that they are willing to make the ultimate sacrifice so they can be fulfilled at work, is full of shit........
And that is all I have to say about that!
Oh, boo hoo hoo!proper wrote:ch135146 PLEASE!!!. It reminds us of our vulnerability especially when it hits close to home. It is a very small industry and sharing helps the mourning process. You talk about balls, have a heart. This is the 3rd friend in less than 6 months and if people can share and learn it helps. Nothing good to say, please keep it to yourself.
For the record, in my time around aviation, I have lost about 25 friends. These were people I actually worked with, roomed with, and socialized with. In many cases, I knew their spouses and children. Add at least another 50 I knew only enough to return a nod at the FSS, restaurant, or hotel. Personally, I was critically injured in a flying accident, but fortunately was able to return to the cockpit six months later. Last, I flew military SAR for seven years and have seen a few crash sites.
What really got my goat here is the pure, unadulterated bullsh*t that was written to begin this thread. WTF? A self-composed (pre)eulogy posted on the ‘net for hundreds to read?
At the least, that strikes me as immature. At worst, narcissism.
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Spare me! Dying at work is giving "the ultimate sacrifice" these days? Purge a little pressure from your swelled pilot head.marktheone wrote:"give the ultimate sacrifice".
I suppose you easily fall for this kind of stuff: "The deceased pilot is a true hero - he avoided the building and crashed in the adjacent field." Maybe, he just didn't want to mess with reinforced concrete?
From my first post on this topic:
If you knew the dead crew members of an accident, fine, this is like the old party-line telephone. Say something.
If you're just gawking, as though you're driving by a highway accident, keep all your hand wringing, whining and pious statements to yourself.
Knob.
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						- Dust Devil
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I can kinda see ch13's point. 
Grieving is fine and all but at what point did men stop being men and start writing poetry about their impending doom?
This "thing" that is taking place where men are supposed to be "in touch" with their feelings is just weird. Men are supposed to suck it up and move on.
Grieve in private and continue to get the job done.
Grieving is fine and all but at what point did men stop being men and start writing poetry about their impending doom?
This "thing" that is taking place where men are supposed to be "in touch" with their feelings is just weird. Men are supposed to suck it up and move on.
Grieve in private and continue to get the job done.
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				monkeyspankmasterflex
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You've already given up and you haven't even had the emergency yet.If I were to die while trying to fly my wounded craft to the ground in safety so be it that is what is meant for me.
I'm with CH135146, that's some weird shit to post, maybe you should talk with a health professional, seriously.
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				av8tor_assrope
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no disrespect to 200 hr wonder….but I read an article a while back on this “men are becoming woosies” bit…..i think in macleans….and they blamed it on the geek from the  canadian tire commercials. like who the f@ck needs a craftsman ‘screw it easy screw driver’ like wtf....insert and twist. we’ve been doing it for ages. Some chaps need to reach under their skirt and locate their balls.
I want to die like my grandfather did, peacefully in his sleep. Not screaming in terror like his passengers...
			
						













