Being an F18 pilot and an airline pilot at the same time gives you an
interesting and different perspective. Unlike others, at my airline
(North West Airlines) they do not have a history of hiring Single Seat Naval
Aviators and as such we are definitely in the minority.
On every trip when you first sit down next to a guy, the first volley of
questions in getting to know each other always includes "what is your
background?" Based on 3 years in the airline industry, I have recently
decided to stop telling guys that I am a Naval Aviator and an F18 pilot. You
might be asking yourself, why would anyone do that? There are 3 reasons.
One ..... Because everything that the uninformed population knows about
Naval Aviation they got from the movie Top Gun. A credible and reliable
source of information if there ever was one.
Two ..... Because when I tell guys that I am an F18 pilot, the machismo and
bravado that immediately comes from the left side of the cockpit becomes
somewhat intolerable and I am forced to sit and listen to stories for the
next 4 days that go something like......"Mike, did I tell you about the time
when I landed my C5 on a 15,000 foot runway with only 30,000 pounds of
fuel in the tanks, with the weather at mins......and oh, oh yeah, did I say it was
at night." You gotta be sh----n' me!!!
Three ..... Because, in their state of curiosity, invariably questions get
asked about what flying the F18 is like and what this business of Naval
Aviation is all about. It is in my futile attempts to answer these question
that I have finally decided that it is impossible to do so. How can anyone
possibly explain Naval Aviation?
How do you explain what it has been like to have seen the entire world
through the canopy of an F18 like a living OMNIMAX film? How do you explain
what it is like to fly an engineering marvel that responds to your every whim of
airborne imagination?
How do you explain the satisfaction that comes from seeing a real target
under the diamond on your HUD (Heads Up Display) disappear at the flick of
your thumb?..... on time.
How do you explain cat shots......especially the night ones?
How do explain the exhilaration of the day trap? the NIGHT trap?
How do you possibly explain finding yourself at 3/4 of a mile, at night,
weather down, deck moving, hyperventilating into your mask, knowing that it
will take everything you have to get aboard without killing yourself?
How do you explain moons so bright and nights so dark that they defy logic?
How do you explain sunrises and sunsets so glorious that you knew in your
heart that God had created that exact moment in time just for you?
How do you explain the fellowship of the ready room where no slack is given
and none is taken?
How do you explain an environment where the content of a man's character can
be summed up into two simple 4 word phrases.......
"He's a good s--t" or "He's a f----n' idiot."
How do you explain the heart of maintenance professionals like Rudy and
Frank who's only enjoyment comes from taking care of our young sailors and
providing us with "up" jets to execute our craft?
How do you explain the dedication of our young troops who we burden with the
responsibilities of our lives and then pay them peanuts to do so?
How do you explain the type of women who are crazy enough to marry into
Naval Aviation, who endure long working hours and long periods of separation
and who are painfully and quietly forced to accept the realization that they
are second to the job?
The simple fact is that you can't explain it. None of it. It is something
that only a very select few of us will ever know. We are bonded for life by
our proprietary knowledge and it excludes all others from our fraternity.
As I will, no matter where you go or what you do, you should cherish that
knowledge for the rest of your life.
For when I am 90 years old sitting on my porch in my rocking chair and
someone asks me what I have done with my life. I will damn sure not tell
them I was an airline pilot, but rather I will reach into my pocket, pull
out my Blue Dolphin money clip and tell them I was a Naval Aviator, I worked
with the finest people on the planet, and that I was the Commanding Officer
of the Blue Dolphins.