Milan

The first thing I did in Milan was take a nap. 
I know it's hard to believe, but doing nothing (but watching movies and reading) for eight hours in the back of a Delta 767 can be very tiring.  I watched 21/2 movies:  The Secret Life of Bees, The Invention of Lying, and some romantic comedy (I know a guy didn't pick this line up).  I also started reading 13 Things That Don't Make Sense (so far pretty interesting).
About 6:30 in the evening I went out to dinner with John Foster and Matt Goldschlager (we will be flying together this month).  If you know anything about eating dinner in Italy, this might seem a little funny, because an early dinner in Italy is about 8:00.  We took a tram downtown, Matt wanted to exchange a shirt be bought earlier that day.  Evidently Milan is the fashion capital of the universe.  It's like walking down a fashion catwalk, but with dog poop.  Everyone looked better than me - it was a real high school flashback (but with a lot more dog poop).  We walked into the store to exchange Matt's shirt; everyone seemed uncomfortable with my red plaid button down.  Fashion all around me and I found the coolest thing in the store - a huge gas powered heater (think Benford 5000).  John and I talked about BTUs and tuning winter into spring until Matt was done.
We then found a side street restaurant and had - you guessed it - pizza.  It is impossible to have a bad pizza in Italy.  I know about all the fantastic food to be found in Italy, but if you want something hot, fast and cheap (especially if there is no english menu to be found) - pizza is the way to go. 

Today I wanted to go to church, so I found a meetinghouse on the internet and took the meto across town.  As I walked up to the church doors, two missionaries walked out, they said that because of heating problems in the church the meeting schedule was changed and church was over - bummer. 

Heavy Haulers

Tuesday we flew 161 members of HMH-462 back to San Diego. They were coming home from Afghanistan.  The flight had been delayed 14 hours because of weather in Bishkek.  I did try to hurry the process in Baltimore (where I picked up the flight), but the plane had a number of maintenance issues that had to be addressed, so I added another hour to their families already long wait.  We did fly the plane as fast as we safely could but with 100 knots off the nose the flight took 5 hours.   

 As we taxied into the ramp we saw about 200 family members waving signs like this one.  It was about 2:30 am but I could still see many little children jumping up and down.  After all the Marines disembarked, Jay Rindler came on board and thanked us for bringing these Marines home.  He also sent us some of the pictures he took that night. 

One of the pictures was of a small girl with her dad.  Mom is proud of her husband, because she has dressed her daughter in a flight jacket.  Dad is so happy to see his daughter.  His daughter is trying to figure out who he is. 

The sacrifice we ask these Marines to make isn't new, but it's new to them and their families and I am so grateful that they make it.  I don't have the words to express how I feel about these men and women in the military.  I'm not one for making speeches over the p.a. to a captive audience; I always feel that it is more about self-aggrandizement than information or thanks.  I don't do many things well, but I can fly an airplane and if my actions can get these men and woman home safe - my actions are my gratitude.

I wonder if I looked at my Dad the same way the first time I saw him.  I was over a year old when we met on his return from Viet Nam. 

This picture is Jay Rindler, me and RK Smithley.  RK was giving a line check.  Once a year the company sends a check airman out to see if I'm doing everything right.  It was nice to fly with RK and he had some good suggestions for me.  Every time I do a line check it seems that I have to perform some maneuver that don't normally fly.  Last year I had to do a raw data DME arc (I hadn't done one in 10 years).  This year I did my very first real PAR approach.

A Marine heavy hauler. 

Old Friends

The first trip of the new year was from Cherry Point, North Carolina to Leipzig, Germany (more Marines headed to Afghanistan). I flew with James Ackerman and Matt Riley. It was a very nice trip with almost no hiccups. The best part about the trip was the flight back home. From Leipzig we "dead-headed" on a World DC-10 to Baltimore. 23 of us had the back of the airplane to ourselves and a great crew up front. Dave Mauldin, assisted by Symon Rankine and Bill Wade flew us to Baltimore. I hadn't seen these guys in years, so it was great to talk to them.

You may not be able to tell from the picture, but Bill Wade could strike fear into any flight engineer. He was one of the check engineers when I went to school to learn the DC-10 engineer's panel. He always had some obscure systems question on the tip of his tongue, and when I wouldn't answer quickly enough, he would berate me about not reading the manuals. If you look closely, you may notice a sly smile beneath that mustache of his. He is a true professional aviator and a great guy to be around (if you've read your manual).

Symon Rankine was in my new hire class back in 2000. From the first time I met Symon I knew I would like him. He always has a funny story to tell and knows the most interesting and odd trivia about all kinds of subjects.

Dave Mauldin is the kind of pilot you want around if anything goes wrong. When we started out at World, Dave and I flew a number of times - and something always went wrong! Our first flight together was my first "real" flight after training (it was one of Dave's first flights after training also). Our captain, Nikki Manes, had her hands full with both a new first officer and never-been-on-the-line flight engineer. After some problems setting up the navigation system, we took off out of Miami. About 5 minutes into the flight we had a severe vibration on the number one engine - ran checklists and returned to Miami. After switching planes we took off again for San Juan. Over the Bahamas we got a cargo fire warning. More checklist and emergency calls to divert into the Bahamas (well if your going to have a problem it might as well involve landing in Nassau). I ran more checklists on that flight than any simulator event.
I was glad that we had no such problems on our flight to Baltimore.