The other day me and my battle got relieved from our shift, so we grabbed our gear and loded up in the HUMVEE. I was driving and as we were approaching our FOB we came up on a bit of a traffic delay. There was a string of KBR service and delivery 18wheelers on the right side of the road and on the left side at the front of the line was an MRAP(mine resistant ambush protected) vehicle with a U.S. soldier on foot signaling for traffic to stop. The traffic consisted of a white haji car and me behind him.
The white car either wasnt paying much attention or didnt care becuase it didnt seem to want to stop for the soldier, but it finally did. I was paying attention and where I stopped there was a good 2-3 car lengths between me and the white car. Once that was over the soldier started waving the KBR convoy on, after half of them had gone by he stopped them and signaled for another MRAP to move in the middle. Then he signaled for the rest of the convoy to proceed and he jumped in his MRAP so that they could take up the rear.
At this point we have just been sitting there minding ourselves when I see the white car throw an empty pack of smokes out his window. I look over at my battle and say: I should make that guy pick that up. To which my battle replies with a laugh.
After sitting there for a long second I say F this, jump on the gas and as i start moving another car tries passing me on the right. So I hit the horn and swerve right pinching him off and pull up short behind the white car. I throw the HUMVEE in park, undo my seatbelt, jump out and close my door then jog over and pick up the pack of empty smokes and throw them back in the white car which scares the crap out of the haji driving. I then stare at the driver for a long hard second then I say with a pointed finger "KEEP BAGHDAD BEAUTIFUL".
I return to my vehicle put on my seatbelt, put it in gear and almost take off the white cars bumper getting around him cause of how close i parked. Once we were on the FOB and driving back to our ready room, me and my battles conversation went like this
battle: so what did you say to him?
me: I told him to keep baghdad beautiful.
battle:(laughing) that was freaking awesome! I think you are my new favorite hero.
me: I should have had him pick it up at gun point.
We both have a good laugh after that.
So of course my battle has to tell the rest of the squad what happened and later on in the gym one of my troops comes up to me and says "hey Captain Planet". For a sec there I was huh? then I was aaahhhh BWAHAHAHAHA goooooooOOOOOOOO PLANET! with my fist in the air.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Riddle me this . . .
Well not much exciting has been happening around here lately.
Is that a good or bad thing?
One thing I am currently having to deal with is that one of my soldiers failed his diagnostic PT test and so now the lieutenant is making me and 2 other NCO's run with him 5 days a week. Now I really dont wanna get into specifics of this, but maybe it will help cause im in a pretty foul mood at the moment. Im not sure why, but I am tired, hungry, and have several things going through my mind all the time and none of them are happy happy joy joy inspiring.
Anyways back during Annual Training in the desert of idaho I was near my 1SGT when he informed someone else that there would be no PT tests during our deployment cause the army was tired of seeing failures. This was good news for us since it would be one less thing to worry about interfering with our mission.
February rolls around and our commander says that we will all be doing a diagnostic PT test. My personal opinion on this is that the commander had been seeing most of us in the gym and making changes in our body shape and in seeing this for a few months was bragging us up higher in his chain of command and decided that a diagnostic was a great way to have numbers to back up his praise.
Now in the mind of the average joe a diagnostic is not a record test and does not require much effort be put into it. Which is exactly what happened and 75% of the unit failed. This set command off and new policy came down that whoever failed must be babysat at the gym 5 days a week and take another PT test every 2 weeks till passing then the restriction would lift but everyone would still have to take a monthly PT test. This pissed the troops off. One really good reason why is because the types of workouts being done to lose body fat and/or gain muscle mass are not ones that help with a PT test, so now everyone is losing momentum on their personal improvement and they all have to take 3-5 days off before the test to give their bodies time to recover and heal from the intense workouts they have been doing in order to be ready to do their best on the PT test.
After a few months of this go by and I would say 95% of the unit is passing now, the commander puts out that if a soldier passes with 70% or better in each catagory(60% is minimum to pass)then they no longer have to do a PT test while they are here. This makes us less angry. So a lot of us kick out our 70% and use that as a big fat finger to command.
Which brings us to the soldier i have to deal with. He has failed every PT test taken and was on the 5 day a week plan up until i left for my R&R. Apparently while i was gone that had been forgotten and not enforced. Well he took another test recently and failed again and this pissed off the LT and in a meeting I wasnt aware of said that all the NCO's in the squad(this includes me) failed and that all of us(me, the 2 other NCO's)must run with the failing soldier 5 days a week till passing which screws up our own schedules for sleep and working out and keeping in touch with family back home. I will say that im glad i wasnt at that meeting cause i would be reduced in rank and pay right now had I been there.
After talking to this soldier about this situation he informs me that his contract with the military is up in November and he will not be re-enlisting and therefor has no disire or motivation to pass and has made this decision long ago. So now we are stuck in a situation that is F'd.
How do you force the horse to drink now that you have him at the river?
Is that a good or bad thing?
One thing I am currently having to deal with is that one of my soldiers failed his diagnostic PT test and so now the lieutenant is making me and 2 other NCO's run with him 5 days a week. Now I really dont wanna get into specifics of this, but maybe it will help cause im in a pretty foul mood at the moment. Im not sure why, but I am tired, hungry, and have several things going through my mind all the time and none of them are happy happy joy joy inspiring.
Anyways back during Annual Training in the desert of idaho I was near my 1SGT when he informed someone else that there would be no PT tests during our deployment cause the army was tired of seeing failures. This was good news for us since it would be one less thing to worry about interfering with our mission.
February rolls around and our commander says that we will all be doing a diagnostic PT test. My personal opinion on this is that the commander had been seeing most of us in the gym and making changes in our body shape and in seeing this for a few months was bragging us up higher in his chain of command and decided that a diagnostic was a great way to have numbers to back up his praise.
Now in the mind of the average joe a diagnostic is not a record test and does not require much effort be put into it. Which is exactly what happened and 75% of the unit failed. This set command off and new policy came down that whoever failed must be babysat at the gym 5 days a week and take another PT test every 2 weeks till passing then the restriction would lift but everyone would still have to take a monthly PT test. This pissed the troops off. One really good reason why is because the types of workouts being done to lose body fat and/or gain muscle mass are not ones that help with a PT test, so now everyone is losing momentum on their personal improvement and they all have to take 3-5 days off before the test to give their bodies time to recover and heal from the intense workouts they have been doing in order to be ready to do their best on the PT test.
After a few months of this go by and I would say 95% of the unit is passing now, the commander puts out that if a soldier passes with 70% or better in each catagory(60% is minimum to pass)then they no longer have to do a PT test while they are here. This makes us less angry. So a lot of us kick out our 70% and use that as a big fat finger to command.
Which brings us to the soldier i have to deal with. He has failed every PT test taken and was on the 5 day a week plan up until i left for my R&R. Apparently while i was gone that had been forgotten and not enforced. Well he took another test recently and failed again and this pissed off the LT and in a meeting I wasnt aware of said that all the NCO's in the squad(this includes me) failed and that all of us(me, the 2 other NCO's)must run with the failing soldier 5 days a week till passing which screws up our own schedules for sleep and working out and keeping in touch with family back home. I will say that im glad i wasnt at that meeting cause i would be reduced in rank and pay right now had I been there.
After talking to this soldier about this situation he informs me that his contract with the military is up in November and he will not be re-enlisting and therefor has no disire or motivation to pass and has made this decision long ago. So now we are stuck in a situation that is F'd.
How do you force the horse to drink now that you have him at the river?
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
DAMN IRAQIES!!!
At 0530 this morning we got another IDF(indirect fire) alarm but it was a shorter one than usual which left me and my battle in total silence waiting for something to hit before we call it up to higher this time.
So we are waiting and waiting and waiting and wondering if it was just a false alarm, then boom boom! 2 explosions. I jump up and call up to higher that we just had the incoming alarm sound off with 2 detonations following it to our west about 600-700 meters away.
These rocket attacks are starting to wear on me. the whole time i was waiting for the impacts, which in reality was about 1 minute or less, with every passing second my tension level was rising wondering where the impacts were gonna be. Are they gonna land on us or somewhere else? With my rising tension level im also waiting for the impacts to happen so i can either jump outta my skin and react if they are close or unclench my butthole and breath a sigh of relief. Thankfully it was the later.
About 0630 we were listening to the AFN(armed forces network) radio station and one of the DJ's reports that a fellow soldier was killed on 16 JUN 2011 from an IDF attack.
RIP brother
A little while later our relief shows up and as we are doing the change over they let us know that the IDF we had earlier had actually landed 150 meters away from another one of our ECPs.
SGT Beautikoffer and SPC Vanleuven both from my squad were manning that post at the time and were unhurt.
So we are waiting and waiting and waiting and wondering if it was just a false alarm, then boom boom! 2 explosions. I jump up and call up to higher that we just had the incoming alarm sound off with 2 detonations following it to our west about 600-700 meters away.
These rocket attacks are starting to wear on me. the whole time i was waiting for the impacts, which in reality was about 1 minute or less, with every passing second my tension level was rising wondering where the impacts were gonna be. Are they gonna land on us or somewhere else? With my rising tension level im also waiting for the impacts to happen so i can either jump outta my skin and react if they are close or unclench my butthole and breath a sigh of relief. Thankfully it was the later.
About 0630 we were listening to the AFN(armed forces network) radio station and one of the DJ's reports that a fellow soldier was killed on 16 JUN 2011 from an IDF attack.
RIP brother
A little while later our relief shows up and as we are doing the change over they let us know that the IDF we had earlier had actually landed 150 meters away from another one of our ECPs.
SGT Beautikoffer and SPC Vanleuven both from my squad were manning that post at the time and were unhurt.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
gettin warm.
this pic was taken about a month ago. since then we have had a high of 122. 140 is not uncommon though. cant wait lol.
20 JUN 2011
Well ive had an interesting few nights.
3 nights ago shortly after shift change we had the incoming alarm go off so i went to the radio to call it up to higher, just as i got to the radio there was an explosion. The other ECPs called in as well and put the impact at about 500-600 meters away from us.
The next night as i was walking back from the shower hut i saw a tree branch that had broken off and landed on a guys roof to his room and had caved half of it in while i was taking my shower. The branch was about 8 inches thick and 10 feet long. So i stopped and ooh'd n aww'd for a bit then went back to my room and got ready for my shift. Got to my ECP and did my changeover and the damn incoming alarm sounded off again, but there was no explosion this time, so either it was a dud or it was nothing.
last night as we were heading out we came upon the IZ police that had blocked off the entrance/exit to the FOB we live on, after we stopped and called it up to higher that we were blocked off, the IZ police came up and told us that the bomb dog took a sit, which means it detected something, while searching a vehicle and that EOD was on scene to check the possible VBID. So we called that up to higher as well and proceeded to wait, after a few minutes we got the all clear and were able to carry on to an uneventfull rest of the night.
3 nights ago shortly after shift change we had the incoming alarm go off so i went to the radio to call it up to higher, just as i got to the radio there was an explosion. The other ECPs called in as well and put the impact at about 500-600 meters away from us.
The next night as i was walking back from the shower hut i saw a tree branch that had broken off and landed on a guys roof to his room and had caved half of it in while i was taking my shower. The branch was about 8 inches thick and 10 feet long. So i stopped and ooh'd n aww'd for a bit then went back to my room and got ready for my shift. Got to my ECP and did my changeover and the damn incoming alarm sounded off again, but there was no explosion this time, so either it was a dud or it was nothing.
last night as we were heading out we came upon the IZ police that had blocked off the entrance/exit to the FOB we live on, after we stopped and called it up to higher that we were blocked off, the IZ police came up and told us that the bomb dog took a sit, which means it detected something, while searching a vehicle and that EOD was on scene to check the possible VBID. So we called that up to higher as well and proceeded to wait, after a few minutes we got the all clear and were able to carry on to an uneventfull rest of the night.
Friday, June 10, 2011
09-10 JUNE 2011
well last night was not a boring one. in case you dont know my platoon mans the ECP(entry control point) for the United Nations compounds here in Baghdad, Iraq. right now im on the graveyard shift which is 2330-0730hrs. yesterday(thursday) was the start of "day of rage part 4" more on that later.
me and my battle buddy had pulled in to the UN compound and turned the HUMVEE around so we could off load our gear and do our shift change when i hear the incoming alarm going off which indicates mortars and/or rockets are coming in. so the guys we are to relieve get in the bunker and me and my battle stay in the uparmored vehicle. i start looking skyward as im waiting for the all clear announcment when i see a flash in the night sky and then over the radio i hear one of our other ECPs saying that 7-8 mortars had just detonated in close proximity to them but far enough away that they were safe. this was great news since there was 5 US soldiers killed a few days ago from a rocket attack not far from where we operate.
we finally get the all clear and do our change over. for the rest of the night me and my battle are pretty on edge. but we prepped our checkpoint to make so nothing could sneak up on us.
at about 0500hrs there was a large explosion to our north west and some gunfire directly after it. im assuming a VBID(vehicle born improvised explosive device) had been detonated at or near an ECP leading into the IZ(international zone) where we operate. if this is true then it would be the second time that has happened since ive been here, the first one will be in another blog post. but it also could have been some douche in a suicide vest as well.
explanation of the "day of rage"
the prime minister of iraq over around 100 days ago told the iraqi government to get their shit together in 100 days or else. during these 100 days the locals have been staging protests and when they do that the IZ gets locked down so that there is limited movement within the IZ so that anything out of the ordenary is more easily spotted as well as lessens casualties in the event the IZ gets breached. there have been a few times where the IZ has been locked down 100% and no movement period which means for those of us on the ECPs a 36 hour shift.
anyways the first day of protesting had an official name and i think it was called the day of redemption or something like that. all i kknow is that it started with an R. so we started calling it the day of rage and just started parts for every one that we had to suffer through, which brings us up to "day of rage part 4"
me and my battle buddy had pulled in to the UN compound and turned the HUMVEE around so we could off load our gear and do our shift change when i hear the incoming alarm going off which indicates mortars and/or rockets are coming in. so the guys we are to relieve get in the bunker and me and my battle stay in the uparmored vehicle. i start looking skyward as im waiting for the all clear announcment when i see a flash in the night sky and then over the radio i hear one of our other ECPs saying that 7-8 mortars had just detonated in close proximity to them but far enough away that they were safe. this was great news since there was 5 US soldiers killed a few days ago from a rocket attack not far from where we operate.
we finally get the all clear and do our change over. for the rest of the night me and my battle are pretty on edge. but we prepped our checkpoint to make so nothing could sneak up on us.
at about 0500hrs there was a large explosion to our north west and some gunfire directly after it. im assuming a VBID(vehicle born improvised explosive device) had been detonated at or near an ECP leading into the IZ(international zone) where we operate. if this is true then it would be the second time that has happened since ive been here, the first one will be in another blog post. but it also could have been some douche in a suicide vest as well.
explanation of the "day of rage"
the prime minister of iraq over around 100 days ago told the iraqi government to get their shit together in 100 days or else. during these 100 days the locals have been staging protests and when they do that the IZ gets locked down so that there is limited movement within the IZ so that anything out of the ordenary is more easily spotted as well as lessens casualties in the event the IZ gets breached. there have been a few times where the IZ has been locked down 100% and no movement period which means for those of us on the ECPs a 36 hour shift.
anyways the first day of protesting had an official name and i think it was called the day of redemption or something like that. all i kknow is that it started with an R. so we started calling it the day of rage and just started parts for every one that we had to suffer through, which brings us up to "day of rage part 4"
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Kuwait to Iraq
we spend a few days in kuwait shaking off the jet lag and getting acclimatized while doing a bit more training such as more IED(improvised explosive device) identification training, both mounted and dismounted. as well as some more shooting with the M4, 240B, 249, M2, 9mm, and 320. i suppose i should explain what all those weapons are.
M4 is similar to an AR15 or M16 and shoots a 5.56 round either single shot or 3 round burst http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M4_carbine
240B is a full auto machine gun and shoots a 7.62 round and is belt fed http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M240_machine_gun
M249 or SAW(squad automatic weapon) is a full auto machine gun and shoots a 5.56 rounds and is belt fed http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M249_light_machine_gun
M2 is full auto or single shot and shoots a .50 cal round and is a monster! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M2_Browning_machine_gun
9mm is your common pistol
M320 is a hand held grenade launcher that shoots 40mm ammo. it can be a handheld weapon or mounted to the bottom of the M4 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M320_grenade_launcher
so then we get to finally get to fly into iraq which is about a 2 hour flight and we get to do it in a cargo plane, yay!!! to make it even more wonderful we get to do it with all our body armor on, 1 computer bag, 1 back pack, and your weapon. some of the unlucky f!@#$%s(of course this includes me) get to do it with an additional weapon which happens to be the 240B, yay!!! we start walking up the ramp into the plane and i see the plush and luxurious seating we get to recline in. first you need to imagine how cramped the normal civilian is on a normal flight and no one wants to be in the middle of those 3 seat sections, now imagine our reality of 6 seats side by side per row with as much leg and elbow room and seat quality as the cheapest seats available on a normal commercial airliner, yes we still have our bags, weapons, and armor on us and yes it all has to be in the seat with us and on us, yay!!! so we get all packed in like 10 pounds of s#*t in a 5 pound bag, hit the taxi way and take off which is really smooth. so im screaming at the guy to my left telling him how smooth i thought the take of was and he screams back "YEAH, JUST WAIT TILL THE COMBAT LANDING!". why are we screaming you ask? cause we are in a huge military cargo plane that is not insulated and is powered by 4 propeller engines which requires us to have earplugs in. i dont feel like losing my voice trying to find out what a combat landing is so i just sit there and imagine that it will be an aggressive landing, boy was i mistaken.
so as we level out to our cruising altitude of to high to live from a crash, i find out that these wonderful seats we are sitting in are on a pallet system which means that 120 seats are bolted to a piece of metal and then the metal plate is slid into channels on the belly of the plane with stop locks mounted in front and behind the slab of metal we are bolted to. i figure this out cause as we level out, we all slide forward about 3 inches on our plate of metal from the rear stop locks to the front ones.
eventually one of the flight crew that is in a chair facing us gets over the loudspeaker and announces that we will be landing in 15 minutes. thank god! my body is screaming from pain after being packed in like a 2 pound trout in a sardine can. so with about 10 minutes left in our flight, the combat landing begins.
first we do a dive bomb, and as we are hurteling towards the earths surface and im trying my best to not scream like a 12 yr old girl, i think to myself that as long as there are no flashing lights or warning sounds/sirens/buzzers then everything must be ok. so i keep a close eye on the one flight crew person i can see to judge my panic level based upon his reactions to the unfolding events. he is cool and calm even though we keep diving and diving and diving and diving. after what i feel is way to long in this death dive, i start silently screaming at the pilot to PULL UP MOTHER F$%^&R, PULL UP!!! and i swear to god it had to be the last possible second before we all became a smoldering crater that he finally does. so now we make a vertical U turn which slams our pallet of seats to the rear 3 inches but feels like 2 feet and we are now going straight up and the G forces are so strong that it feels like my guts are gonna get squished right out my brown star fish! eventually the pilot starts to level us out,just before the engines stall out im sure, and the G forces start to return to normal i think what else is in store for us? just as i finish that thought the pilot banks us HARD to the left. if we had windows to see out of im sure that on the left we would see nothing but ground and the right nothing but sky cause im pretty damned sure we are 90 degrees to mother earth now, and then we go to the right, HARD! at this point im thinking to the pilot, dude this aint a f*&^%$g fighter jet! when the pilot levels out again i conclude that the crew member ive been watching this whole time has been sitting back like he is at home watching tv and that all this is normal, so me and a few others start getting into it and throwing our hands up in the air combined with whoops and hollars as we go through the aerobatic manuevers. others in our group didnt look so joyful and im pretty sure there were a couple that started crying and maybe even one crap their pants, but surprisingly no one puked. after 9 minutes and 30 seconds of going up, down, left, right in various differnt ways we actually start our landing decent . . . . which means we are falling like a rock! but this time the planes nose is elevated sightly above horizontal and we are gonna slam ass first and end up looking like a smashed beer can or at the very least we are gonna bounce hard and who knows after that. the landing ended up being the smoothest one ive ever had, but i still needed help pulliing my fingers out of the seat in front of me.
M4 is similar to an AR15 or M16 and shoots a 5.56 round either single shot or 3 round burst http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M4_carbine
240B is a full auto machine gun and shoots a 7.62 round and is belt fed http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M240_machine_gun
M249 or SAW(squad automatic weapon) is a full auto machine gun and shoots a 5.56 rounds and is belt fed http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M249_light_machine_gun
M2 is full auto or single shot and shoots a .50 cal round and is a monster! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M2_Browning_machine_gun
9mm is your common pistol
M320 is a hand held grenade launcher that shoots 40mm ammo. it can be a handheld weapon or mounted to the bottom of the M4 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M320_grenade_launcher
so then we get to finally get to fly into iraq which is about a 2 hour flight and we get to do it in a cargo plane, yay!!! to make it even more wonderful we get to do it with all our body armor on, 1 computer bag, 1 back pack, and your weapon. some of the unlucky f!@#$%s(of course this includes me) get to do it with an additional weapon which happens to be the 240B, yay!!! we start walking up the ramp into the plane and i see the plush and luxurious seating we get to recline in. first you need to imagine how cramped the normal civilian is on a normal flight and no one wants to be in the middle of those 3 seat sections, now imagine our reality of 6 seats side by side per row with as much leg and elbow room and seat quality as the cheapest seats available on a normal commercial airliner, yes we still have our bags, weapons, and armor on us and yes it all has to be in the seat with us and on us, yay!!! so we get all packed in like 10 pounds of s#*t in a 5 pound bag, hit the taxi way and take off which is really smooth. so im screaming at the guy to my left telling him how smooth i thought the take of was and he screams back "YEAH, JUST WAIT TILL THE COMBAT LANDING!". why are we screaming you ask? cause we are in a huge military cargo plane that is not insulated and is powered by 4 propeller engines which requires us to have earplugs in. i dont feel like losing my voice trying to find out what a combat landing is so i just sit there and imagine that it will be an aggressive landing, boy was i mistaken.
so as we level out to our cruising altitude of to high to live from a crash, i find out that these wonderful seats we are sitting in are on a pallet system which means that 120 seats are bolted to a piece of metal and then the metal plate is slid into channels on the belly of the plane with stop locks mounted in front and behind the slab of metal we are bolted to. i figure this out cause as we level out, we all slide forward about 3 inches on our plate of metal from the rear stop locks to the front ones.
eventually one of the flight crew that is in a chair facing us gets over the loudspeaker and announces that we will be landing in 15 minutes. thank god! my body is screaming from pain after being packed in like a 2 pound trout in a sardine can. so with about 10 minutes left in our flight, the combat landing begins.
first we do a dive bomb, and as we are hurteling towards the earths surface and im trying my best to not scream like a 12 yr old girl, i think to myself that as long as there are no flashing lights or warning sounds/sirens/buzzers then everything must be ok. so i keep a close eye on the one flight crew person i can see to judge my panic level based upon his reactions to the unfolding events. he is cool and calm even though we keep diving and diving and diving and diving. after what i feel is way to long in this death dive, i start silently screaming at the pilot to PULL UP MOTHER F$%^&R, PULL UP!!! and i swear to god it had to be the last possible second before we all became a smoldering crater that he finally does. so now we make a vertical U turn which slams our pallet of seats to the rear 3 inches but feels like 2 feet and we are now going straight up and the G forces are so strong that it feels like my guts are gonna get squished right out my brown star fish! eventually the pilot starts to level us out,just before the engines stall out im sure, and the G forces start to return to normal i think what else is in store for us? just as i finish that thought the pilot banks us HARD to the left. if we had windows to see out of im sure that on the left we would see nothing but ground and the right nothing but sky cause im pretty damned sure we are 90 degrees to mother earth now, and then we go to the right, HARD! at this point im thinking to the pilot, dude this aint a f*&^%$g fighter jet! when the pilot levels out again i conclude that the crew member ive been watching this whole time has been sitting back like he is at home watching tv and that all this is normal, so me and a few others start getting into it and throwing our hands up in the air combined with whoops and hollars as we go through the aerobatic manuevers. others in our group didnt look so joyful and im pretty sure there were a couple that started crying and maybe even one crap their pants, but surprisingly no one puked. after 9 minutes and 30 seconds of going up, down, left, right in various differnt ways we actually start our landing decent . . . . which means we are falling like a rock! but this time the planes nose is elevated sightly above horizontal and we are gonna slam ass first and end up looking like a smashed beer can or at the very least we are gonna bounce hard and who knows after that. the landing ended up being the smoothest one ive ever had, but i still needed help pulliing my fingers out of the seat in front of me.
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