J wrote:

You start suspecting your old when every aircraft you have flown is in the
boneyard or museum, and every carrier in the fleet was commissioned after
you got your wings. Heck there are only two remaining, that I ever landed
on.

When they are gone? I think I will just get drunk. Hell why wait.

Red Rider


Come on over Red, I got enough homemade wine to skunk us both. I
probably rode plane guard on your carriers if they were in the Atlantic.
Still, you gotta reckon it's better to be an old sailor than a dead one.

George