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Many people know the name of Neil Armstrong, the first person to set foot on the Moon’s surface. But Neil also used to be a US Navy pilot, flying many combat missions off the USS Essex (CV-9), reaching the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade (“JayGee“) before retiring from active service in the late 1950-ies. He became a test pilot for the Air Force and later for NASA. After some time he became a space pilot…
His last mission in Space was as Commander of Apollo 11 in July 1969. During this mission he became the first person to step foot on the surface of the Moon on July 20, 1969.
Neil was born in Wapakoneta, Ohio. One of the stories about Neil was that just before reentering the lunar module after Apollo 11’s EVA, Armstrong made the enigmatic remark, “Good luck, Mr. Gorsky.” When Neil was a boy, Mr. Gorsky was his neighbor in Wapakoneta. One day while playing ball in the backyard, young Neil heard Mrs. Gorsky shout at Mr. Gorsky: “Oral sex! You want oral sex? You’ll get oral sex when the kid next door walks on the moon!”
Well, the “boy next door” did walk on the moon. His neighbor didn’t get any though, since apparently this was all a joke invented by Buddy Hackett, the comedian.
Temporary Duty book by Ric Locke features a squadron of F/A-18 Hornet combat aircraft retrofitted with alien space engines and piloted entirely by female Navy aviators. When I read the book for the first time I thought it was just the author’s imagination, but it turns out there are female jet fighter pilots out there. Here’s some pictures and details to prove it:
L-R LT.Sue Hart, LT. Brenda Scheufele, LT. Pam (Lyons) Carel(Thanks to Loree (Draude) Hirschman for the info)
Marine Fighter Attack Squadron (All Weather)-121: VMFA(AW)-121
Capt Jaden J. “Mulan” Kim – F/A-18D WSO
More details are available at: F-16 Forum
Example of how sailors speak to each other:
Me and Willy were lollygagging by the scuttlebutt after being aloft to boy butter up the antennas and were just perched on a bollard eyeballing a couple of bilge rats and flangeheads using crescent hammers to pack monkey shit around a fitting on a handybilly.
All of a sudden the dicksmith started hard-assing one of the deck apes for lifting his pogey bait. The pecker-checker was a sewer pipe sailor and the deckape was a gator. Maybe being blackshoes on a bird farm surrounded by a gaggle of cans didn’t set right with either of those gobs.
The deck ape ran through the nearest hatch and dogged it tight because he knew the penis machinist was going to lay below, catch him between decks and punch him in the snot locker.
He’d probably wind up on the binnacle list but Doc would find a way to gundeck the paper or give it the deep six to keep himself above board. We heard the skivvywaver announce over the bitch box that the breadburners had creamed foreskins on toast (SOS) ready on the mess decks so we cut and run to avoid the fustercluck when the twidgets and cannon cockers knew chow was on.
We were balls to the wall for the barn and everyone was preparing to hit the beach as soon as we doubled-up and threw over the brow. I had a ditty bag full of fufu juice that I was gonna spread on thick for the bar hogs with those sweet bosnias. Sure beats the hell out of brown bagging.
Might even hit the acey-duecy club and try to hook up with a westpac widow. They were always leaving snail trails on the dance floor on amateur night.
Need a translation? Head to temporaryduty.org
Took my family to USS Hornet last weekend, the aircraft carrier museum permanently stationed at the harbor in Alameda, CA. It was a blast! Even my wife liked it, even though she is as far removed from the Navy as a snowman is from a surfboard. After visiting the ship my son drew the picture of CV-12, complete with F-14 Tomcat taking off.
They have Halloween-oriented Haunted Hornet tours most days in October, so if you’re in the area go and get scared!