Author: Francis Meyrick
In every major helicopter company, there is always some (brave) middle manager, who occupies a particular spot in the daily whirlwind. This spot/post/desk requires… well, (depending on your point of view), above average fortitude, skill, expertise, diplomacy and patience. OR, alternatively, a whole new dimension of “stupid”.
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That which biteth helicopter pilots in the butteth
To the novice, the learner pilot, the new Commercial Helicopter jockey, that which he (or she) (or it) regards as “bad” is indeed really, really bad. What does a student or low-time pilot worry about? Let’s see. Engine failure? Hydraulics seizure? Running out of power crossing high voltage lines? Fire. Explosion. Earth quake? Training bills? Rotor blades falling off...??
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The town folk, startled, exchange glances. They know what it means. The gun slingers are coming. There’s no denying the impact. Even the creaky honkytonk piano in the Old Saloon cannot compete against the rapidly approaching wind storm, and falls strangely and abruptly silent. Mothers scoop up their children, and run for cover. Old men nervously finish their drinks. The bar tender quickly places a full whiskey bottle on the bar, double checks the cleanliness of the half dozen shot glasses, and then quickly retires to the far end of the long wooden bar. He pretends to busy himself polishing glass ware, but he too is listening. And waiting.
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…First though, some other fun stuff. Just some random examples.
3) Classic statement
Nurse says:
(firmly, pointedly, lips pursed, no-nonsense tone of voice) (arms folded) (foot probably tapping, but I didn’t dare look)
“I want you to understand I know just as much about flying this helicopter as you do. I’ve been flying on these machines for five years, and I’ve seen it all. You understand me?”
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Many years ago, a time period measured in more than a decade in fact, Ancient History, I was flying EMS Air Ambulance elsewhere, somewhere, on this Pale Blue Dot, and for a different employer than my present one. It was, as I look back on it, an almost surreal experience. Absurdity, tinged with amusement. The memories to this day make me feel a trifle weary. A need to shake the head, sadly. I don’t get it. I know I’m not terribly bright, and I guess my tiny spirit must just hum (or bumble along, the best it can) on an entirely different level. Better? Worse? That’s for others to assess. I think… I mean well. I KNOW… it seems to get me into endless trouble. As you will see.
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Throughout History, both recorded, and (thankfully) not, men have chosen to instruct men. And women. And, (I hasten to be poli-tickle-ally correct) women too have instructed men. (and mostly bent them to their iron will). Thus, the Art of Instruction is nothing new. Nor, we might add, are the foibles of Masters and Instructors…
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Audio Version available at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCO5R4RaOSc&feature=youtu.be I went to a
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It is impossible to please everybody all the time, and sometimes it is impossible to please
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“Hey, can you give me a ride after lunch?”, asked the mechanic.“Sure”, I said. With maybe a hint of
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I taught Fixed Wing, Helicopters, Instrument, Night, Aerobatics and Tail Draggers (the aeroplane
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