I had just gotten checked out on my first radar position and I was sitting down for my first time working traffic by myself. The next thing I know I get handed off the Concord, which was still flying back then, and I had never worked a Concord before. It’s speed is pegged out at 999 knots and I know it’s going way faster than that. I look over at the strip and there’s a note on it that says the Queen of England is on board, flying in to visit Florida.
My first day, the Concord, and the Queen. I turn around, nervous as hell, and shout to the guys behind me, a bunch of crusty veterans who are mostly ex-Vietnam helicopter pilots hired when the strike happened, “Hey I’m over here working the Concord with the Queen of England on it. What do I do?”
Just as easy as pie one of the guys looks back at me and says “Make her number one.”
lol yea. It’s a reversed copy pasta. The original story is from the SR71’s perspective. It’s pet great both ways.
Haha, well here’s one from my life for you.
I had just gotten checked out on my first radar position and I was sitting down for my first time working traffic by myself. The next thing I know I get handed off the Concord, which was still flying back then, and I had never worked a Concord before. It’s speed is pegged out at 999 knots and I know it’s going way faster than that. I look over at the strip and there’s a note on it that says the Queen of England is on board, flying in to visit Florida.
My first day, the Concord, and the Queen. I turn around, nervous as hell, and shout to the guys behind me, a bunch of crusty veterans who are mostly ex-Vietnam helicopter pilots hired when the strike happened, “Hey I’m over here working the Concord with the Queen of England on it. What do I do?”
Just as easy as pie one of the guys looks back at me and says “Make her number one.”
Lmao I love it. That’s a great story. Thanks for sharing!