Probably all fall into the category of "If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...":
Cool move 1: Used to be a rule that anything that you just could not get squared away for an RLP could be placed on the common table in the room as an offering to the amnesty gods...would at least get you points for being honest. One day...and I don't recall why...we could hear the "click click click" of the DI cadre heading for our room, which was the first one at the end of the passageway. I didn't even have my trou on yet. Jumped up on top of the table in my khaki shirt, boxer shorts and low quarter blacks, sans trousers, and stood there at attention while the rest of the room inspection went down. Never heard a word...but could hear the DI's laughing as they moved down the hall. TINS.
Cool move 2: Hard to believe, I know, but I wasn't always the svelte hunk of burnin' love I became in later years. Had a lot of trouble first several times around the obstacle course with the monkey bars...had to pull yourself forward under about 12 bars before you could dismount the apparatus. DI was heard to say "just so long as your feet don't hit the ground, I don't care how you get across". Next time (our first time for score), I just pulled myself to the top of the apparatus, walked across the bars, and climbed down the other side. To the sound of many cheers from my bro's in Class 26-71, I might add. DI never said a word that day, and my time was logged as "good to go". Before our next time around, however, word was put out that you had to execute the obstacles as intended. But I had scored some small "gut points", and soon had that bad boy mastered anyway.
Stories I've never even told my kids...not that they'd care...but what can I say, the Vietnam War was hot and they needed aviators with "the right stuff", however it could be demonstrated, even in small, insignificant ways. Hope the same holds true today.
V/R, Spike
Cool move 1: Used to be a rule that anything that you just could not get squared away for an RLP could be placed on the common table in the room as an offering to the amnesty gods...would at least get you points for being honest. One day...and I don't recall why...we could hear the "click click click" of the DI cadre heading for our room, which was the first one at the end of the passageway. I didn't even have my trou on yet. Jumped up on top of the table in my khaki shirt, boxer shorts and low quarter blacks, sans trousers, and stood there at attention while the rest of the room inspection went down. Never heard a word...but could hear the DI's laughing as they moved down the hall. TINS.
Cool move 2: Hard to believe, I know, but I wasn't always the svelte hunk of burnin' love I became in later years. Had a lot of trouble first several times around the obstacle course with the monkey bars...had to pull yourself forward under about 12 bars before you could dismount the apparatus. DI was heard to say "just so long as your feet don't hit the ground, I don't care how you get across". Next time (our first time for score), I just pulled myself to the top of the apparatus, walked across the bars, and climbed down the other side. To the sound of many cheers from my bro's in Class 26-71, I might add. DI never said a word that day, and my time was logged as "good to go". Before our next time around, however, word was put out that you had to execute the obstacles as intended. But I had scored some small "gut points", and soon had that bad boy mastered anyway.
Stories I've never even told my kids...not that they'd care...but what can I say, the Vietnam War was hot and they needed aviators with "the right stuff", however it could be demonstrated, even in small, insignificant ways. Hope the same holds true today.
V/R, Spike
