Or orbiting while talking to a submarine from a 135 with LWA.


or hanging on two props (other two feathered to increase on station loiter
time) in a P-3 while waiting for a Charlie to make its appearance for 13.6
thoroughly *wasted* hours. Last minute intel update prior to launch showed the
target was in port, thousands of miles away. We still launched, still dropped
barrier after wasted barrier. That was boredom, and as hard as it is to grasp,
that was inflight boredom. Personally, I preferred getting bashed around in
the whiteout conditions at 120 feet, looking through rain squalls for
periscopes in the mist. I always thought of it as my job to take the last
photo prior to impact, so I ended up with dozens of rolls of film of water
rushing by. That made up for all those "loitering DFWs" (Designated Fuel
Waste) flights, like the search for that Charlie.

v/r
Gordon

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