It’s Friday!  Yeah!

Wait – I’m on call through the weekend.

Crap.

Yesterday I escorted a journalist on a flight that, while routine for my wing, kind of struck me as ironic.  We were on a U.S. plane, launched from a WWII-era RAF base, refueling German fighters… over France.  It’s sometimes strange to think that just over 60 years ago, when those Box D tails met up with Luftwaffe fighters in that very same airspace, they weren’t stopping to gas up…

What’s also ironic is I seem to fly more for Public Affairs than I did as an aircrew member.

Hey everyone, thanks for all the great ideas yesterday!  See y’all on Blues Monday!

-Farva