(Isn’t it about time to die?)
Write Drunk, Edit Sober!
Although the above quote, originally spoken by Peter De Vries, is often mis-attributed to Hemingway.
So, as I sit here, Beluga Martini in hand, I will attribute this homage to Papa himself, as well as to all drunk Navy personnel in general.
You know who you are.
I still do not know why God takes care of “drunks and fools,” but our trip to Pamplona, Spain, for the “Running of the Bulls” was, if not reckless, then foolishness on an epic scale.
It started, as most foolish endeavors do, with boredom creeping into the ready room of my new squadron, VAQ-35, in Whidbey Island, Washington. This squadron, unlike my sea-going squadron in Japan (VAQ-136), was what we called an aggressor squadron. This command would deploy to airbases around the United States, to “work up” air wings that were getting ready to deploy on six-month navy deployments.
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