Writing assignment #3 draft 3

My mind is racing, my hands shaking on the controls. This is my first time in a cockpit and I am scared out of my mind.
I take several deep breaths before glancing at my HUD to check my instruments. I Then scan the sky for any threats. Suddenly my GIB yells “Bogey! 12 o’clock!”
I instantly send out an IFF. “Confirmed Bandit!” I yell back.
They are right beside us in and instant heading to cut us off. I try to start leading him, only to find him right in front of us again.
“That’s it” I murmur to myself arming a HVM. He is in my sights, dodging back and forth. I check my RCS to make sure he is in range and fire.
“To early!” my GIB yells as the bandit releases chaff. My HVM goes haywire and streaks toward the ground. We fly through the cloud of Chaff only to find him BYR already. I yell and perform some percussive maintenance on my HUD.
I know my GIB probably thinks I am 404 by now. But my rage at the bandit has not yet faded. This whole mission was probably CRM. We pull up to a parking lot and stop. My GIB gets out and checks of f something on his clipboard.
“Well this was a good start” he says “but we still need to work on your road rage.” He gets in on the driver side and we drive back to the school.

CRM - Career Restricting Move - Used among officers to describe ill-advised activity. Trashing core values or discussing Delta's pay scale while your commander is within earshot is serious CRM.

404 - Someone who's clueless. From the World Wide Web error message "404 Not Found," meaning that the requested document could not be located. "Don't bother asking the boss . . . he's 404, man."

PERCUSSIVE MAINTENANCE - The fine art of whacking the crap out of a $200,000 inertial navigation unit to get it to work again.

Bandit: Confirmed enemy aircraft.

Bogey: Unidentified aircraft.

BVR: Beyond Visual Range.

Chaff: Strips of metal film released to confuse and reflet signals from rader-guided weapons.

GIB: Guy in Back. Slang term for WSO, RIO, and B/N.

HUD: Heads-Up Display. Glass mounted at the front of the cockpit. The pilot looks forward through the glass, and important combat and flight information is reflected onto the HUD and superimposed over his view of the outside world.

IFF: Identification Friend or Foe. A coded message sent to a target's IFF transponder.

HVM: High-Velocity Missile.

Writing assignment #3 draft 2

My mind is racing, my hands shaking on the controls. This is my first time in a cockpit and I am scared as hell. I take several deep breaths before glancing at my HUD to check my instruments.
I scan the sky for any threats. Suddenly my GIB yells “Bogey! 12 o’clock!” I instantly send out an IFF.
“Confirmed Bandit!” I yell back.
They are right beside us in and instant heading to cut us off. I try to start leading him, only to find him right in front of us again. “That’s it” I murmur to myself arming a HVM. He is in my sights, dodging back and forth. I check my RCS to make sure he is in range and fire.
“To early!” my GIB yells as the bandit releases chaff. My HVM goes haywire and streaks toward the ground. We fly through the cloud of Chaff only to find him BYR already.
I yell and perform some percussive maintenance on my HUD.I know my GIB probably thinks I am 404 by now. But my rage at the bandit has not yet faded. This whole mission was probably CRM. We pull up to a parking lot and stop. My GIB gets out and checks of f something on his clipboard.
“Well this was a good start” he says “but we still need to work on your road rage.” He gets in on the driver side and we drive back to the school.

CRM - Career Restricting Move - Used among officers to describe ill-advised activity. Trashing core values or discussing Delta's pay scale while your commander is within earshot is serious CRM

404 - Someone who's clueless. From the World Wide Web error message "404 Not Found," meaning that the requested document could not be located. "Don't bother asking the boss . . . he's 404, man."

PERCUSSIVE MAINTENANCE - The fine art of whacking the crap out of a $200,000 inertial navigation unit to get it to work again.

Bandit: Confirmed enemy aircraft. Bogey: Unidentified aircraft.

BVR: Beyond Visual Range.

Chaff: Strips of metal film released to confuse and reflet signals from rader-guided weapons.

GIB: Guy in Back.

Slang term for WSO, RIO, and B/N

HUD: Heads-Up Display. Glass mounted at the front of the cockpit. The pilot looks forward through the glass, and important combat and flight information is reflected onto the HUD and superimposed over his view of the outside world.

IFF: Identification Friend or Foe. A coded message sent to a target's IFF transponder.

HVM: High-Velocity Missile.

Writing assignment #3

My mind is racing, my hands shaking on the controls. I take several deep breaths before glancing at my HUD. This is my first time in a cockpit. I scan the sky for any threats. Suddenly my GIB yells “Bogey! 12 o’clock!”
I instantly send out an IFF. “Confirmed Bandit!” I yell back.
They are right beside us in and instant heading to cut us off. I try to start leading him, only to find him right in front of us again. “That’s it” I murmur to myself arming a SSM. He is in my sights, dodging back and forth. I check my RCS to make sure he is in range and fire.
“To early!” my GIB yells as the bandit releases chaff. My SSM goes haywire and streaks toward the ground. We fly through the cloud of Chaff only to find him BYR already. I yell and perform some percussive maintenance on my HUD.
I know my GIB probably thinks I am 404 by now. But my rage at the bandit has not yet faded. This whole mission was probably CRM.
We pull up to a parking lot and stop. My GIB gets out and checks of f something on his clipboard. “Well this was a good start” he says “but we still need to work on your road rage.” He gets in on the driver side and we drive back to the school. And so goes my first behind the wheel lesson.

Writing assignment #2 draft 3

Bentley sits on the bed and pulls a keyboard up with him. He closes his eyes and begins to hit the keys, letting the music flow through him. Once he feels that he has a good riff going, he pops a floppy into the drive and records it so he can remember it for future use. The songs he records sometimes are liked by his band and played.

Music is his life, his meaning of existence. When he is playing, he feels at peace with himself. Music is his true calling and who knows; he might be able to make a career out of it.

His imagination wanders and he sees himself, ten years on, at a big club in England, playing for an audience who feels the music like he does. He signs autographs after the show, before hopping on a bus to continue the tour. Life would be all fun and games for him and the band. They would tour the world, live the dream that he has held for so long. This mental image brings a smile to his face, but he snaps back to reality. Because he knows that it is the simple pleasures that make life good. You don’t have to own five cars to feel good about the way your life is going.

As he sits on his bed another riff ambles through his brain.His eyes closed, he moves his hands over the keys and he begins another song…

Writing assignment #2

Bentley sits on the bed and pulls a keyboard up with him. He closes his eyes and begins to hit the keys, letting the music flow through him. Once he feels that he has a good riff going, he pops a floppy into the drive and records it so he can remember it for future use. The songs he records sometimes are liked by his band and played.

Music is his life, his meaning of existence. When he is playing, he feels at peace with himself. Music is his true calling and who knows; he might be able to make a career out of it.

His imagination wanders and he sees himself, ten years on, at a big club in England, playing for an audience who feels the music like he does. He signs autographs after the show, before hopping on a bus to continue the tour. Life would be all fun and games for him and the band. They would tour the world, live the dream that he has held for so long. This mental image brings a smile to his face, but he snaps back to reality. Because he knows that it is the simple pleasures that make life good. You don’t have to own five cars to feel good about the way your life is going.

As he sits on his bed another riff ambles through his brain.His eyes closed, he moves his hands over the keys and he begins another song…