originally posted 06 NOV 2014
One of the best parts of my job in the military was having the
opportunity to fly numerous times on Blackhawk helicopters. Perhaps my
shared memories are one of the reasons my son hopes to fly Blackhawks
one day. Not sure how I feel about that but that is likely another
bubble for another time.
A couple specific memories come to mind.
One of the first times I was flying on one, the pilots knew it. We
had our headphones on so we could hear everything they were saying up
front. At one point, I heard, "Do you have the key?" along with the
response, "No, I thought you had it!" Of course, a few of us were
listening attentively by that point. Then, I heard something like "Uh
oh!" and we dropped suddenly. Of course, that was them just having fun
with the newbies. Later on, when I'd flown quite a bit more, I learned
to ignore the hi-jinks.
Another time, we were flying in a massive storm. We couldn't see
anything, it was pouring rain and dark out. I wasn't overly concerned
but I looked over to a chaplain who was with us and you could see him
praying with tears on his cheeks. I remember thinking, "Oh no, this is
it. We're going down!" We were fine though. Never did find out why he
was was crying.
I also have memories of flying nap-of-the-earth where, with the back
doors wide open and us strapped in, we flew very close to the ground for
quite a while. What a ride that is.
I have even more Blackhawk memories, perhaps another day.
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