Originally Posted by
Blackhawk
Me at the age of 20. Standing watch at night in a foxhole full of 6" of muck. Freezing rain and sleet. Frozen to the core. Teeth chattering so hard I think I cracked a tooth.
Me: "This really, really sucks. You need to get your act together and go to flight school."
Yeah I was in the jungles of Papua New Guinea dragging out seismic wire. It was hot, humid, and a couple thousand miles from home. I had been living in the jungle for a month. I was already sick of my work as the amount of damage it did to my body and brain, but it was when my boss pointed up at a jet there in PNG and said, “See, wouldn’t you rather be doing this instead being up there watching a plane fly?” that it clicked.
He was 100% serious, and so was I when I replied, “Yup.” Still very glad I made that decision