The blog I promised to write
January 6th, 2007 by jedidiahtanThe day was 19 Oct 2006. I woke up in the morning and glance at the sky. Not going to happen, I thought. It was going to be another day of briefing which ends up wasting time. Ceilings of the cloud base was 500 ft, near the minimas for an approach. Besides, it was a single radio plane with no radar, very risky I thought. Instructor was trying to calm me down cause it was my last flight. I didnt need to be calmed down, I wasnt even excited. It’s not gonna be my last flight today, maybe tomorrow. "Since it’s your last flight, I will try to make it happen for you", he reassures me.
Taking that with a pince of salt, we carried out the brief. As usual, we sat around for a while after that to see if the weather will give way. Seems pretty ok, so we luanched. So I had to be lead even on my last flight, great. Went into the area, carried out the series of turns that often made me wonder where I was. Set up a few defenses and offensives moves. And then came the most challenging part, the fights. Did the best I could trying to kill my playmate. Had early terminations due to impending weather. Nevertheless, finished what we came to do. Rejoined and contact approach. As i was making the call, I realised, it finally happened, so unexpectedly. That was my last flight. As we descended towards the airfield, i wondered who will be there to celebrate it with me, since I didnt tell my friends it’s gonna be my last. The surreal experience that it was the flight that ends all flights in my training.
Touchdown, and made the usual radio calls. My instructor then took over the comms, which was out of the norm. "We have one completer," he announced over the squadron frequency. At that instance, I knew I had done it. I have completed what I have set out to do. Taxing back to the line area, i saw a bunch of guys waiting. Thank God they were there to witness it. Everyone came, even the juniors who had reached Pensacola for less than 2 weeks. Climbed out of the plane with my instructor. He snapped my nametag away and threw it on the ground. The old is gone. From his pocket he took out a new nametag that has wings above my name and punched it unto my chest. The new has come. Followed by that were the buckets of ice cold water prepared by my dear Singaporean friends. And champange of course. It was a wet and cold experience. Not forgetting the rotten eggs they brought along. It was worthwhile after so long. I was winged.
Went to debrief after finishing the rest of the champange. Only time you were allowed to be semi drunk for debrief. My instructor was pretty sure whatever he said, I was not going to remember nor will I care. So he made it very sweet and short. After that i realised I did not bring any change of clothings since I thought it was never going to happen. Haha.
The next day was the formal ceremony. And three days later, I finally left the USA after 1 year and 5 months. And 2 days were spent in the air before I finally reached home. It is finished.
2 months have passed since that day. So now, it is the begining of another adventure together with her and Him.