Drunk pilots

I recall a few years ago at Davis Monthan when within a few minutes after
entering the club, there was a food fight in progress and wrestling going on
the floor. Later in the evening I offered to buy one of the pilots a shot if
he would let me drop a live mark 84 (2000 lb) bomb on the range in the
morning.

He said: "sure doc, no problem". Unfortunately, there was a staff pilot
weenie (mutually disliked by all of the pilots) who ratted me out. I have
never seen so many memos generated in such a short amount of time! I had to
promise to never drop live ordinance again. However, I did not promise to
forego firing the vulcan canon or launching missiles.

I rode in the back with the same weenie on a six ship, and he was 20 miles
into the range before I asked him whether we were cleared, as a gentle
reminder in true CRM style (which we were not, and the range was still hot).
He blustered his way in while the previous guys exited, but that became
another bar story.

Bottom line: breathing 100 percent oxygen under positive pressure really
helps a hangover.