Flygirlpainter does her thing on a brand new 60 Romeo for HSM-49, The Scorpions

Shayne Meder

Master Sergeant

United States Air Force

Retired

Damn this gal does some seriously awesome work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She is doing the HSM-49 MH-60R CAG Bird as she has done all of the Helo Squadron CAG Birds based at NAS North Island.

I asked her if I could blog the progress of this project and she said to take them from Flygirlpainter at Facebook and to go for it. I have done two at http://oldretiredpettyofficer.blogspot.com/ already. Then I realized that not everyone reads that blog, so I am saturation bombing on a less regular cycle here at ATJT………………….

Please enjoy, my friends!

another clue
Masking Off for all those colors
bad assery in progress
Lay out work
hammer time
Detail Stuff
here's looking at you
Business End
hsm 49 patch
Official Squadron Patch
masked all day
Masking the Pylon
peeps
She brought the Peeps!
scorpion red
Scorpion Red!
Stinger 100
Stinger 100, Factory Fresh!
teaser
The Tease
the nose
The Nose
the red is on 4 April 2015
The Red Is On

 

USS Ronald Reagan CVN 76

I got an invitation to the Family and Friends Day Cruise on USS Ronald Reagan CVN 76 from the daughter of my blog bud, Christopher Goodrich.

Yes folks I had an outstanding day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jet Blast, Exhaust, Salt Air……………………………………………Out of sight of land………………………………

Yeah! I got to go back to sea after almost 21 years since the last time when I was on Active Duty!

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The WSO, Bubbles and Mrs. Bubbles. The WSO is holding the Coin issued in Memory of Lex. I took it to Sea.
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OldAFSarge, The WSO, Bubbles and Mrs. Bubbles. The WSO and Bubbles and his Missus are now my friends. I had excellent company for the day!
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OldAFSarge, The WSO and Yours Truly sitting in the Bleachers on The Flight Deck of America’s Flagship

 

Pro Super Goes To Supply

I think most of us can relate, regardless of the branch of service we worked aircraft in. This one is really damn funny! It also illustrates the sort of daily issues we faced on flight lines and flight decks everywhere.

Guest Post of a sort for Thanksgiving

This was at the VA-147 Argonauts page at Facebook. AO1 Donald L. Locke is still my friend.

I still miss that little blue Dodge D50 Power Ram……………..a lot.

VA 147 Work Center 230 Thanksgiving
This is a no Shitter it was November 1987 in June we returned from the taking the USS Kitty Hawk on her World Cruise, more recently returned from a short det to Luke AFB playing war games with the Air Force (that is a another story). Now we wanted some fun, Thanksgiving was just around the corner my guys and I were debating what we were going to do for the holiday. We were the Night Check Ordnance shop and Ordies always know how to have fun. So AO3 Goldstrom (Goldie), AOAN Adams (Booger), Radar from the AE shop two others and myself AO1 Locke ( my old timers is kicking in and I can not remember the name of the others sorry) after some brain storming we decided we would go camping and cook our Thanksgiving dinner on a camp fire. I had a 350 cid powered 76 CJ5, Booger had a full time four wheel drive CJ7 let’s go four wheeling. Three hours south on Interstate 5 is Frazier Park just west of there is Mt Pinos ORV Park this is the place. So for the next couple of weeks we gather our gear and planned the menu things were looking good. That is until I was showing off in my CJ and twisted the out put shaft off flush with the transfer case. The really bad news it would not be ready before our trip. My good buddy AMH1 Glenn Cassel comes to the rescue. He let me loaned me his Dodge D50 Ram with a few do’s and don’ts. Last night of work I let Chief Rhodes night check Maintenance Chief where we were going he wasn’t sure the woods would be safe with that many AO’s on the loose. We had all better be back to work Monday night in one piece. The next morning we were loaded . Goldie was riding with me the others with Booger. The camp site I was headed to was 30 minutes of easy four wheeling from the main entrance. About 20 minutes later Booger was falling behind finding a spot I pulled over. About this time Booger CJ started bouncing down the trail out of control slamming into the side of the mountain. Doors flew open bodies came flying out Booger had passed gas everyone was dying. After this Booger was no longer allowed to drive. We made to the campsite without any more trouble. Setting up the campsite was going along fine when Radar tells me Goldie had cut his finger really bad. The OD rag wrapped around his finger was now becoming bright red. With Goldie in the Ram Frazier Park was the next stop. I was hoping there would be a Clinic open that took Champus or Bakersfield would be the next stop. To our luck we found a Clinic open. Walking up the window I explained to the nurse we were sailors from NAS Lemoore and my friend had almost cut his finger off. One look at Goldie’s finger we were in the back I was filling out the paperwork Goldie getting 20 plus stitches. When we returned the guys had the camp up and the mess deck was open. The rest of the weekend was spent four wheel’n just having fun with shipmates. We headed back on Saturday. 10 miles from the base I got pulled over for doing 60 in a 55 zone so I figured coming back with a ticket, Goldie’s 20 plus stitches the woods had survived the AO invasion. This Holiday will always rate one of the very best for me.

To all who have ever worn the Uniform

 

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John McCrae, May 1915