Ay!, suspiro.-

Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition.-

 *** Composed by Frank Loesser, 1942.

Esta ronda va..., por todos nosotros.-

Photo By NASA.

Photo By NASA.

During re-entry from flight training at 207,000 feet in an X-15-3, Neil Armstrong inadvertently established a positive angle of attack during pull-out, and overshot Edwards Air Force Base in California, heading south at Mach 3 and 100,000 feet altitude. He finally managed to turn back while over the Rose Bowl in Pasadena, and had just enough energy to land on the south end of Rogers Dry Lake at Edwards. In the debriefing, someone asked how much clearance the X-15 had from the Joshua trees on the edge of the lakebed. “Oh, at least 100 feet...on either side,” said the chase pilot.

Photo By NASA.

Photo By NASA.

New York City welcomes the Apollo 11 crew in a ticker tape parade down Broadway and Park Avenue. Pictured in the lead car, from the right, are astronauts Neil A. Armstrong, Michael Collins and Buzz Aldrin. The three astronauts teamed for the first manned lunar landing, on July 20, 1969.

Photo By NASA.

Photo By NASA.

Astronaut Neil Armstrong received the first Congressional Space Medal of Honor from President Jimmy Carter, assisted by Captain Robert Peterson. Armstrong, one of six astronauts to be presented the medal during ceremonies held in the Vehicle Assembly Building, was awarded for his performance during the Gemini 8 mission and the Apollo 11 mission when he became the first human to set foot upon the moon.

Armstrong died on Aug. 25, 2012, at the age of 82.

 

Cada vez que algo con cierta importancia en nuestras vidas ocurre, con el tiempo solemos recordar dónde estábamos entonces. La marcha de Neil Armstrong me sucedió en aguas sudafricanas, y con un día de retraso, no empaña mi corazón en estos momentos de descanso junto a la mejor compañía. Todo lo contrario, hoy tendré un motivo más para brindar junto aquellos a los que más quiero, mi familia, mis amigos, por todo aquello que nos une, la libertad de vivir, la libertad de elegir, la libertad de ser.

 

Neil sin duda escogió, a lo largo de su vida, lo que quiso ser. Por eso se ha marchado en paz y nosotros brindamos por él y por lo que representó y fué, por lo que nos une a todos los que compartimos el don y la pasión de volar. Brindamos por todos aquellos que compartimos el don y la pasión de vivir en paz con los nuestros y con nosotros mismos. Porque aquel que comparte la pasión por el espacio, no alberga en su corazón mayor oscuridad que el infinito del cielo. Por eso esta ronda va..., por todos nosotros.









Song of the naval pilot.-

A wing and a prayer.-

Comin' in on a wing and a prayer
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer
With our one motor gone
We can still carry on
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer

What a show, what a fight
Boys, we really hit our target for tonight
How we sing as we limp through the air
Look below, there's our field over there
With our one motor gone
We can still carry on
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer

Comin' in on a wing and a prayer
Comin' in on a wing and a prayer
With our full crew on board
And our trust in the Lord
We're comin' in on a wing and a prayer

El último de una raza.-

Last Of The Breed

One day you'll see him - sitting at a bar
he's the one drinkin whiskey and smokin a cigar
pull up a chair,
and offer him a drink,
it's a good bet he'll tell you,
exactly what he think,
about this country,
and what it's doing wrong,
and for another drink,
he might sing you a song,

He's a hard hearty bastard,
of a day long gone bye,
mix of emotion,
and laughter in his eye,
worn out junkie,
on adrenaline and speed,
Fighter Pilot,
He's the last of the breed

Yeah he'll tell stories,

on how he fought the war,

usin' words and phrases,

that you've never heard before,

he'll talk of death - as if it were a lie,

then speak of good friends,

and good times as he looks up to the sky,

and tell a joke,

that no man should ever tell,

but it don't bother him,

cuz' he's seen both,

Heaven and Hell

He's a hard hearty bastard,

of a day long gone bye,

mix of emotion,

and laughter in his eye,

worn out junkie,

on adrenaline and speed,

Fighter Pilot,

He's the last of the breed

Fighter Pilot

he's the last of the breed

Yeah, He's a hard hearty bastard,

of a day long gone bye,

mix of emotion,

and laughter in his eye,

worn out junkie,

on adrenaline and speed,

Fighter Pilot,

He's the last of the breed,

Fighter Pilot,

He's the last of the breed

Save a Fighter Pilots Ass.-

Halleluia Halleluia
throw a nickel on the grass, save a fighter pilot's ass
Halleluia Halleluia
throw a nickel on the grass & you'll be saved.

I was cruising down the Yalu, doin' 6 & 20 per
when a call came from the Major, "oh won't you save me, sir
got 3 flak holes in my wingtips & my tanks ain't got no gas
mayday mayday mayday, I got 6 MIGs on my ass".

I shot my traffic pattern, & to me it looked alright
the air speed read 130, I really racked it tight
then the airframe gave a shutter, the engine gave a wheeze
"mayday mayday mayday, spin instructions please".

It was Split-S on my bomb run, & I got too Goddamned low
but I pressed that bloody button, & I let those babies go
sucked the stick back fast as blazes when I hit a high speed stall
now I won't see my mother, when the works all done next fall.

Then they sent me down to PyongYang, the brief said "no ack ack"
by the time that I arrived there, my wings was mostly flak
then my engine coughed & sputtered, it was too cut up to fly
"mayday mayday mayday, I'm too young to die".

I bailed out from the Saber, & the landing came out fine
with my E & E equipment, I made for our front line
then I opened up my ration, to see what was in it
the Goddamned Quartermaster, why he filled the tin with grit.



Cien años de Aviación Naval al compás de Benny Goodman.-

* Cortesía del VFA-27 Royal Maces.

Ceremonia.-

The Show Must Go On.-

El martes pasado fallecía a los 84 años, el legendario piloto de pruebas Bob Smyth, el primer aviador que voló el F-14 Tomcat y el A-6 Intruder. En 2001 escribía:

"Now, the real purpose of a first flight is to make a successful landing. There is a tremendous level of interest at this point. Hundreds of people have worked long hours for months to reach this point; a large part of the company's future is tied to the airplane's success; and the customer is anxious to see what he's buying. All this creates a great deal of pressure on all concerned. One person has it within his power to bring instant relief to all hands: the lucky guy who gets to make the first flight."

Photo By Grumman History Center.

....... My soul painted like the wings of butterflies
        Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
        I can fly, my friends........

Levanto mi copa... .-

.... para desearos a todos los clientes del Club, unas Felices Fiestas y salud, para vosotros y los vuestros. Que lo mejor de vuestro pasado, sea lo peor de vuestro presente y nada comparado con lo que está por venir. Gracias a todos por asistir y...., ¡Aupa Aleti!.


                                                           Villancico del Aviador

                                          Un Arcángel.....
                                          asombrados le miraban los pastores.
                                          Sobre la paz de los prados
                                          trepidaban los motores.

                                          Tu pájaro es, aviador,
                                           una cruz que vuela....
                                           Un día pilotaré mi dolor sobre una cruz...
                                           Sonreía desde su cuna, el Señor.
                                          

                                         
PD.- A mis hermanos, esos que estarán de Servicio el 24, el 25, el 31 y el 1, como cualquier día y en cualquier sitio, dándolo todo, un abrazo Capullos. Como todos los años, un Gato saldrá de su cueva para dar escolta al tipo ese del trineo. ¡Que no quede un zagal sin juguete!.

La bella Señora.-

Hoy, día de la Virgen de Loreto, patrona de los aviadores, brindamos por tí Señora.

http://www.ejercitodelaire.mde.es/stweb/ea/ficheros/mp3/B36450CE17814ABFC125746E002399AE.mp3

Y como desde el Club consideramos que para ellos también es patrona, un vídeo especialmente dedicado a los Spotter de toda raza, condición o credo. Buena Caza, Tally-Ho.

Wild Blue Yonder.-

¡Imprescindible en el iPod! .-

Joputas los Kiwis, Jajajaja, lo de las manitas me ha llegado al alma.
Rebota, rebota y en tu culo explota...., total hay cosas en el vídeo que no son ciertas; por ejemplo, no siempre nos ponemos el tanga por encima de los hombros.
PS.- Si como me pasa a mí, no podeis apartar la música de vuestras cabezas, por favor, tararear en silencio, los Toberas tenemos muy delicada la sensibilidad.

Nanaino.-

http://www.ejercitodelaire.mde.es/stweb/ea/ficheros/mp3/21A951F2B222800BC12570DC002DADDC.mp3