My Poor Guy

My poor guy! He has the worst luck. Last week, he was supposed to do an Out and In (Navy terms: fly in to an airport somewhat far away, refuel, and fly back home) last week to Acadiana, which just so happens to be where we are living right now. So, I get the kids all excited, invited our nephew to come along, get in the car and on our way to the airport, just to get a last minute call that Jack's jet went down (Navy terms: broke). So, I turned the car around with some disappointed kids.

So tonight we had our second chance. Jack was scheduled for an Out and In into Acadiana again. This time, I invited adults who wouldn't be as disappointed with last minute cancellations. Frankie, Roger, Becky, and John all came and we actually made it to the airport this time. Jack's phone was off when I called, which is a clear sign he was on his way. We waited and waited and finally 2 jets flew over. The kids were screaming for "daddy" and it was really exciting. No matter how many times I see it, it never gets old. Anyway, the 2 jets land and the first pilot gets out and it isn't Jack. John joked that he didn't come and lo and behold, the second pilot gets out and he was bald, but he wasn't "our" baldy! DAMN!

Come to find out, Jack discovered he had FOD (loose piece that he couldn't find) in his jet and protocol states you turn around and go for a straight in landing. A knob had fallen off the handle and if you can't find it, there is a chance it could be in the throttle or what not, so you can't take chances.

Phooey! Maybe next time!!!