Short Bus: S-3 Pilot not known for mental sharpness.
- 8pm on friday, Commodore calls and tells me I'm flying with him on the JFK next morning to brief the admiral, meet the COD at 6am. I'm sick as a dog but, heck, he's the commodore. At the boat, we're making circles for about 45 mins, getting hot, semipuke, swallow, repeat. Never blew before in a plane in 15 years. (Note, ALWAYS flew with a bag, Not this time)Before the 3rd go around, I decide that if I blow, he's getting it too. Thus, for the next 4 months I was known as CHUNKS by the Commodore at all DH meetings, and as HERO by the other guys.
(side note, while smoking on the sponson wearing borrowed bag from a Hawkeye LTJG friend, boats CMC looks at the shoulder bar, then at my name patch (LCDR) and goes...CDR, think you're out of uniform...."Master Chief, I just got done with Admiral's mast with Adm Bullard, he busted me 2 paygrades....He turns a couple different shades then walks away.
The Adm did think it was funny....:icon_tong