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Speaking of Valentines Day, I'm flying a P-51C Mustang underneath the harbour bridge if I can get over this bong smokers cough in time.

I took her out for a warm up session this morning actually. I didn't even need a famil. I have her hidden away in an old hangar in regional NSW that we used to use as a social flyers club back in the 50's.

 

Not many people know this, but only a few years prior to that social club forming, it was July 1944 - I had been tasked to get my arse into Italy proper but was not allowed to use the normal channels. I actually got in on a fake passport naming me as Australian fighter Ace Bobby Gibbes. I had two beautiful Italian women escorting me both of which I had been romantically involved with in the 30's (another story for another time!) and they announced that I had been captured after being shot down by AA fire merely days prior. Of course they bought the story - if not for the passport then definitely for my fake mustache that just wouldn't quit. It was childs play to me.

A P51C had been hand delivered to an old airfield that the allies had been occupying - and within the week I had landed there, met by the base commander himself who let me stay in his quarters and fuck his wife whilst flying operations out of there for the next six months.

 

Look I won't lie, it was bitter sweet work. It's not easy taking so many lives in the day time and then trying to fuck a 21 year old piece of ass that has never seen the likes of my giant member before. But I persisted.

 

3 Squadron was as good a squadron as an airman could ask for in those trying times. The techos were incredible. They were always receptive to my superior technical knowledge and I always offered up my experience when I could.

 

I flew 234 missions over Italy inside of that sweet bird FB244/CV. We took plenty of shots, but ended the journey of many a foe- all of which I will respect by not giving you any more details no matter how hard you press.

 

Oh I believe very much that Valentines Day this year will bring back many memories for me. It will be so great to sit inside of her again. Gently moving her joystick from side to side. Watching her firm ailerons oppose one another as I do, and feeling the gentle breeze against the back of my neck as her elevators send a tickling breeze my way. Her rudder loves toe fucking. It's incredible.

 

This is SO much better than being in a Vietnamese POW camp. I really wish I could forget those 12 years of my life - but I am prepared to take on these burdens for the betterment of us all. It's hard to go forward when so much of your past are the ghosts of the foes that you have slain. Thousands upon thousands of voices haunt my dreams and I have no-one to blame but myself.

 

Look, here is the last picture of me in uniform -

 

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This is me on my way over the Alps and into Germany proper as the war was dying down. They had offered to have me drop "Little Boy" over Kokura but my Italian mission was not over (and I had grown quite fond of chorizo and hot sausage), and frankly the conditions of the deployment far outweighed the weight of another 250,000 voices to cloud my mind at night. No thank you. Thought I would have LOVED to have had a fly of those B29's after they had modified them for atomic weapons. I just love the nitty and gritty, what can I say.

 

I was not in Germany long (truly a shame as the people there were lovely. Especially the thin people from the forest. They were so happy to see me, crying and waving their arms.. it was truly beautiful to provide them with such joy by my mere presence).

 

Look, I'm not going to lie. I am proud of what I've done. As I sit here in my underwear - owning nothing but this 486DX266 - slightly off yellow beige because of the cigarettes I furiously pump down to combat the stress of even functioning at such a high level day to day - this is the only way that I know I am completely secure from the Russian and Chinese intelligence community that have been hunting me for decades. Basic tech and *nix. Long live the resistance.

I must go now, getting tired and the ghosts are calling me. This is the burden I carry for all of humanity. Now I go, solemnly but bravely.

I promise to do my duty. Talk soon. I will tell you about the POW camp.

cheers,

 

 

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Don't you pricks have anything better to do? Fuck...

:)

 

Someone forgot to lock the asylum over Christmas :)

 

Cael knows me, in fact I had him under my roof for a while, I owe him a call, on the other hand Twinny you don't - I just live a less ordinary life is all...

 

Cheers

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I have nfi what to do for Valentines Day.

Don't get me anything.

 

 

Does that help?

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Don't you pricks have anything better to do? Fuck...

:)

 

Someone forgot to lock the asylum over Christmas :)

 

Cael knows me, in fact I had him under my roof for a while, I owe him a call, on the other hand Twinny you don't - I just live a less ordinary life is all...

 

Cheers

 

 

But my life is just the way I like it and just the way I want it.

I don't have the need to embellish, or completely fabricate story after story after story.

 

So what if Caelum knows you? You actually reckon he's going to back you up and confirm that you flew a nonexistent plane last week?

Give us a fuckin' break. It's already been proven that you're full of crap, regarding this Mirage flight. You know it. Everyone else knows it.

Soon as you were pulled up on it, all of a sudden the doctor says you're too sick to fly.

Fancy that?!

 

So come on...here's your chance. Tell us the truth. I dare ya!

 

 

In your dreams pal. In your dreams.

And that's your issue. The blurred lines between reality and fantasy, in your world, are so far blurred that you actually believe your own bullshit.

 

Every post, every thread...if we take them all, there are glaring contradictions in every, single, fucking thing you type.

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So come on...here's your chance. Tell us the truth. I dare ya!

 

Do it. I want to believe.

 

I'm even prepared to start a GoFundMe account, but you'll have to spill the beans. The whole shebang.

 

Put some elbow grease into it and we'll get it trending. Turn it from a trainwreck into a business opportunity. You write fiction from your hammock for the rest of your days, groupies blowing you, stogies, fine wine etc. I want 50pts, nothing down. What say you?

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GoFundMe....now there's an idea.

Then we can raise enough money for Chris to get false memory implants. Total Recall styles.

 

Unless that's his problem to begin with. He's had false memories inserted, but via his anus. Thus providing him with such a shitty outlook on life.

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they sort of change their tune when six foot of muscle gets out and knocks on their window... The fact that right now with mono I would lose a fight with the cat I keep to myself :)

 

Is that before, during or after your debilitating glandular fever outbreak? I imagine the sight of a 70 year old man who can barely breathe really makes people shit their pants.

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they sort of change their tune when six foot of muscle gets out and knocks on their window... The fact that right now with mono I would lose a fight with the cat I keep to myself :)

 

Is that before, during or after your debilitating glandular fever outbreak? I imagine the sight of a 70 year old man who can barely breathe really makes people shit their pants.

 

 

That's why every good e-pilot carries two shit bags. One for the incontinence and the other for the verbal diarrhea.

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Anyone ordering stuff from China I suggest you get it now and sent as Chinese new year is 27/28th of Jan and there's like 15 days of holiday in China after that.

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We don't do asylum's in Australia. they cost too much.

:)

 

I think there is a very large one on a hill in Canberra :)

 

Cheers

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:)

 

I tend to be a bit slow to avoid the cabal of dickheads - guess I'm a slow learner :)

 

I'm not bothering to reply - it's a bit of a waste of time when dealing with shit for brains...

 

Cheers

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Of course it's a waste of time when you haven't got a leg to stand on,

Maybe hold back on the bullshit and folks won't ridicule you for it?

 

Your problem is you only counted on positive feedback, you forgot that there are plenty of us here with a fully functioning bullshit meter.

Good to see this place (and the people!) haven't changed... haha ;)

 

Too right. Did you actually read this?

 

I probably should not be doing this in my current state of health, glandular fever is the oddest thing, but I really do want to be a part of this Australia Day fly by and my mornings are ok, it's after about now that I know I'm a long way from being over this thing.

 

So I was up before daybreak to get out to the base for a dawn take-off, it's only a short drive from here.

 

Just a check ride really, more for my own reassurance than anything else. I,m not sure there are many left in the RAAF who know much about the Mirage but a much younger pilot watched on the steps as I settled in and ran my checks after a good walk around, this is not a young aircraft but surprisingly low hours - dunno, maybe it was a hanger queen or just a spare - that would be rare in the RAAF.

 

He looked at me and said "You seem pretty familiar with her Sir."

 

Hmm, just a little...

 

Taxied out as the sun rose and with all that concrete, Pierce is a big base, did a sedate take-off, then wound it up.

 

We most certainly are not going supersonic in the fly past but so close to the ocean and the free fly zone, which no one was using, it was hard to resist :)

 

Mach 2 for a couple of minutes then backed it off and tossed her around a bit - flies like a bought one :)

 

My chase pilot was in an F-18, admitted when we landed that he lost me a couple of times and I think he was somewhat in awe of the long tail slide I did - lost art I think.

 

Unfortunately I suspect this will be my swan-song, those years really are catching up, ah well, such is life :)

 

I was home before my wife even woke up - tend to have to keep such antics away from her, she's a worrier :)

 

Cheers

 

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:)

 

Now that is odd Twinny - in the mornings I'm perfectly ok, get around now, just after 3pm in W A I know I'm done for .

 

Thank God for slow cookers, I get dinner on early, Thai chicken tonight. My wife is a deal older than me and has other health issues apart from a cardiac arrest a few years back so it falls to me - pretty certain the cat can't cook :)

 

 

Recovering slowly, but it is a strange one, and no, I'm not 70, I'm just over 64, but some days I feel a damned sight older :)

 

Cheers

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