Weather is hitting us hard. Rain/thunder/lighting…
Intermittent power surges, so no post this morning. Go read the folks on the sidebar.
And this is Obi this morning…
Sigh…
S&W 15-22 issue!
Smith & Wesson Corp. announced today that the Company has identified two M&P15-22 firearms from recent production on which the breech face counter bore depth was not within manufacturing specification. In those firearms, the lack of depth may allow the bolt, upon closing, to crush the rim of the case, causing the round to fire, cycling the bolt, and potentially resulting in multiple discharges without depressing the trigger.
The safety alert applies to all M&P15-22 firearms manufactured before February 1, 2019. We believe these are isolated incidents, however, any unintended discharge of a firearm has the potential to cause injury. Therefore, out of an abundance of caution, we are asking all consumers of all M&P15-22 firearms manufactured before February 1, 2019 to immediately inspect their firearms for this condition.
Full article HERE, at ammoland.com.
h/t Ricky S.
The Dems are going after the 2nd Amendment again, this time using doctors (again).
Democrats in the U.S. House are likely to approve spending $50 million in taxpayer funds for public health research on gun violence. While that may sound like a good idea at first glance, it really wouldn’t do anything to reduce gun violence in our country.
Full article, HERE.
And in other news, the ENTIRE Finnish government resigned Friday!
Finland’s entire government resigned Friday after the governing coalition failed to agree on the welfare state reform, just one month before elections were due to be held.
The reform tried to reorganize the welfare state amid an aging population and cut public spending by $3.4 billion in the next 10 years – an ambitious aim that many parties have tried and failed to achieve in the past.
Full article, HERE. AND they are ending their Universal Basic Income plan this year too… Unaffordable, and apparently the data coming back doesn’t support the goals they thought they would achieve (And they can’t afford it, OPM and all that).
I’m in the throes of editing, so go read the folks on the sidebar, or get out and do something if the weather is nice where you are!
First up, an excellent article at Ammo.com
Prior to 1968, most adults in the United States could purchase a firearm without state interference. Guns were available in local retail stores, as well as mail-order catalogs, and as long as you hadn’t been convicted of a felony and you had the funds, there weren’t any questions asked.
Full article, HERE.
And there is an article, sadly behind a WSJ paywall, that indicates Trump may release the rates hospitals negotiate with insurance companies… THAT could put the cat among the pigeons!!!
And just for fun…
And asking for a friend…
h/t DR.
Are the bane of a writer…
If it isn’t a research rathole, it’s a question that prompts another thousand words, or a what if that causes a rethink of an entire chapter. Or the muse gets a wild hair…
Simple search for separating cows and calves let to over four hours of reading and I now know more than I want about the different options, weight loss/gain metrics, and potential long range issues with calves. And it’s going to be about three sentences in the book… sigh.
And reading historical monographs from the west is both enlightening and time consuming. You make notes, add questions as to how things get done, and hope to hell the muse can make something out of that mess later!
Rimworld- JACE is back out to readers after the additional 6K words answering the questions/comebacks from the first round of readers, so it’s gone from a ‘long’ short story to a ‘short’ novella.
There is always a question in a short story as to when to stop it, and how much ‘backstory’ you can shove in. Obviously, I didn’t do enough… Or I did too much…
And we’re doing an actual formal book signing this weekend at the local library, so I’ve got to prep for that, find enough copies of books, and hope to hell the weather is good and folks actually show up with money in their pockets.
Speaking of book signings, many thanks to Larry Correia for mentioning me when he was in OKC in February. That got me a 20 sales bump, which may not seem like much, but for us starving writers, that’s a BIG help!
Read three different folks work as either an alpha or beta reader in the last two weeks, and hopefully gave them some good feedback. The way I look at it, it’s the least I can do for the help readers give me. And I DO give honest feedback.
Speaking of which, I consider the reader’s feedback/criticism as a major contributor to my limited success. I don’t take it personal, I look at it as helping me to craft a better story, and the nice thing is that different folks catch different things. The ‘fun’ part is making one fix, then having to go figure out if THAT fix impacts other parts of the story.
Hopefully, Rimworld- JACE will go to press late this month or early next month. It will only be on Kindle, due to being a novella.
It’s NOT supposed to be this #$*_(@ cold! Not in March…
14 night before last, ‘high’ of 29 yesterday, and a low of 17 last night…
Y’all can go ahead and laugh, but even the dog didn’t want to go out unless he HAD to… And those were the quickest #1 and #2s he’s ever done…
And it’s supposed to be 72 by Friday. It’s no wonder everybody is sicker than a dog around here… sigh…
The Dragon capsule successfully docked autonomously with the ISS over the weekend. NASA astronauts have been working with Space X to make sure the system works, and will be as safe as possible.
So we ‘may’ be back in the business of actually being able to launch and recover our own astronauts.
Of note, it was FULLY autonomous, the arm wasn’t needed, and it had 400 lbs of cargo aboard too. Multiply configurable, it can hold up to seven astronauts, or some mix of astronauts and cargo, and comes with an optional ‘trunk’ that holds additional cargo.
There is a possibility the first manned launch will be later this year, and the bonus is that these capsules will be reusable!
Trying to decide between dazed and confused and frazzled…
Finished up a 9999 word (hey, it had to be UNDER 10000 word) short for possible inclusion in an anthology next year, and alpha read two other short stories for folks, so the last week has been productive, even if it’s not necessarily on what I wanted to be productive on.
I will always read for others, figuring it’s the least I can do for those who help me out, so there is that…
BUT, having said that, the #$#)!) muse must have gotten into the espresso!!!
She can’t stay on track worth a crap yesterday or today… I don’t think I got more than 500 or so words on any one story before the muse went haring off in a different direction! Not real good when you jump from an 1870s western to MilSF… Sigh…
The weather isn’t helping, getting colder, wetter, and nastier, which gets me grumpy because the back, knees, and ankles start ‘telling’ me about the weather changes.
Anyhoo, a little bit from the short story. This one is written in a different ‘style’, aimed at a different audience, so some folks might be confused by it, but here it is.
Comments/recommendations appreciated as always.
May 18, 1985
Moffett Field, California 0400Z
The tactical grey P-3 Orion bumped through the night skies, descending over San Jose, California, toward Moffett Field Naval Air Station after a nine hour flight off Seattle, Washington.
“Charlie Fox 232, cleared to land 32 right,” crackled through the radio.
LCDR Randy Hathaway nudged the rudder as Senior Chief ‘Scoop’ Vessels, the flight engineer, and LCDR ‘Fast Eddie’ Miller, the copilot, reviewed the lineup. LT ‘Tip’ Adams leaned forward from his position behind Randy and double checked the cockpit even though he didn’t have the landing. Fast Eddie replied, “232, cleared on the right. Say winds.”
“160 at 12.”
“Speeds are 18 and 21, Randy. Landing checklist complete.”
“OK, pilot’s power, Scoop.”
“You got it.”
Scoop looked over his shoulder at Chief ‘Hairy’ Harris and motioned for him to reset the oil tank circuit breakers. Harry did so and shoved a thumbs up in front of Scoop.
At the TACCO’s station, Lieutenant Commander Kevin James “KJ” Martin looked out the window making sure the gear was down; rechecked his harness, looked over at LCDR Barney ‘Rubble’ Roberts and received a thumbs up. He keyed the ICS and said, “Five is set in the back, gear looks good”
“Roger that, KJ,” Fast Eddie replied.
Randy called, “Short final, flaps to land.”
“Flaps to land, speed is 118.”
“OK”
Randy finessed the P-3 the last 30 feet to the runway but still plopped it down the last fifteen feet.
“6000 remaining.”
“Four good Beta lights.”
“K, Full reverse.”
“Nose wheel.”
“Charlie Fox 232, right off approved when able, contact ground 236.8.”
“232 switching, night Moffett.”
Randy steered the P-3 off the runway and keyed the ICS. “Crew’s released, KJ, let em know we’re home, and get us a spot.”
KJ double keyed the ICS in acknowledgment, noted the land time on his log and did the arithmetic for total flight time. He waited for Barney to complete the in report to the ASW Operations Center and switch to the squadron’s base frequency. Barney gave him a thumbs up, and KJ keyed UHF2, called maintenance and gave the time, status and asked for a parking spot. The maintenance chief told him to park it in front of the hangar as the bird was due for a 210 day inspection.
Meanwhile, Chief Iverson, the in-flight technician, strolled up with the first aid kit and his helmet on sideways. KJ smiled and pointed to the flight station, Iverson assumed the persona of an injured person and limped into the flight station. “Anybody up here need this? We only need a couple of ambulances for the guys in back”.
Randy shrugged as Fast Eddie, Tip and Scoop laughed. “Sorry ‘bout that, I didn’t do it on purpose. Any major gripes?”
“Nope, we’re up and up in the back, Sir, but this ain’t a 747, we’re a little closer to the ground. Just saying,” Iverson replied.
KJ came over the ICS saying, “Randy, put it right in front; no gas, no covers. Scoop- they’re gonna do a 210 day.”
KJ then keyed the PA, telling everyone to pick up all loose gear, secure their stations and clear all codes. Barney and Tip walked through the airplane clearing all the secure equipment codes, inventoried the Communications box and signed it off.
Chief Clark, the senior Anti-submarine Warfare Operator, asked who had to go to debrief. KJ replied, “Well, since we debriefed at Whidbey, I don’t see any reason for any of y’all to go, Randy and I can handle it.”
“Sure about that TACCO? After all it took you seven minutes to get the torp off after we told you where the boat was,” the chief replied with a smile.
Chuckling KJ shot back, “Alright Charlie, you can come along and keep us straight.”
“Naw boss, we’ll be waitin’ in the parking lot.”
The bird was parked, shut down and turned over to maintenance. Randy and KJ went to ASW Operations Center and turned in the operational message blank, debriefed again with the watch officer and turned in all the classified material. Barney and Tip turned in the Communications box for storage. Chief Clark, the Ordnance chief and the ordnance men cleaned up the bomb bay and did a walk through on the bird. Scoop and the second engineer did their post flight and went to maintenance to write up the gripes on the plane and sign off the daily inspection.
An hour later the crews gathered at KJ’s rental car in front of Hangar Two for the parking lot debrief. KJ started things off by handing out beers and cokes, then did a round robin of each crewmember for comments, complaints and plans. As a Master Augmentation Unit crew, they didn’t work or fly on the same schedule as a standard reserve crew. They flew their own aircraft or one loaned by an operational squadron. Since most of the crew lived and worked in the Bay area, most of them were headed home until next month as they had no squadron support flights or operational commitments scheduled.
KJ and Randy walked back into the MAU’s space in the hangar and were approached by the Ops boss. “Nice flight guys, the Skipper wants to see you both in his office.”
“OK, Willie. Hope to hell something hasn’t come up, since I just let the crew go,” KJ replied.
Commander Furness looked up as KJ and Randy knocked on the door. “Come on in guys, nice flight. Seven minutes from COMEX to weapon is a new record for us, KJ, how the hell do you do it? Especially with a reserve crew? Most of the fleet squadrons can’t even do that well.
Randy and KJ looked at each other, and Randy replied, “Shit, Skipper, look at the qualifications and experience we’ve got here, Fast Eddie and Tip both had crews in the fleet, KJ and Barney were both first tour Mission commanders, Chief Clark has seventeen years as an acoustic operator, Henerson and Macklin both have over fifteen, Iverson is a wizard with the gear, Scoop and Rybolt both are old B model flight engineers who know ASW as well as or better than we do, and ‘Pops’ Kanaka did his last fleet tour with PMTC as the Research and Development ordnance shop Leading Petty Officer before he flipped over to the civilian side. There isn’t a fleet crew that could come close to that, much less stay together for five years like we have.”
“Guess so, but you guys never cease to amaze me. Randy, what’s your schedule?”
“Seven in the morning, here to LA, layover, then Sydney and back.”
“When are you going to upgrade? Or is United holding you back?”
“Hell, I don’t know, and no, they aren’t, flying right seat on a 747 ain’t bad. Plus, if I upgrade to Captain on the 75 it would mean moving back to LA, and Julie would shoot me,” Randy replied.
CDR Furness laughed and nodded at KJ. “What about you, still looking for a real job?”
KJ rolled his eyes, chuckled, and answered, “Why get a job, skipper? It would just ruin my social life. Seriously, I finished up a security job yesterday, and I’m headed back to Bradenton tomorrow morning. We’re doing pretty well with the FBO business, and Dad’s having a ball, which lets me run around and do other things.”
“Are you still flying airshows?” asked Randy.
“Yeah, when I get a chance; matter of fact, Little Mama is at Southwest Airmotive right now getting the annual done, and I’m supposed to fly to Tallulah, Louisiana, next month to start the year. They have a nice little show over there with a bunch of warbirds from the CAF showing up and some real pros flying Pitts, Eagles, T-craft and some Cubs. We usually do some fly-by’s and some acrobatics if the birds are working good and we get good conditions.”
The Skipper shook his head and said, “After what I saw you do with that P-51 here last year, I’ll never get in an aircraft that you’re driving. I’ll never understand how the Navy didn’t let you fly.”
KJ grimaced and replied, “Shit, they claimed I wasn’t 20-20. Said I was 20-25 in the right eye, and you know how that goes, one chance and that’s it. I decided to try the NFO route since I was already there, besides which, if I’d gone home, then the old man would’ve killed me. You know how he feels about doing your time.”
“Well, you guys need your rest, so thanks for a great job, and see ya next month. your crew should be doing an ASWEX with VP-19.
Reflections: CDR Bob Furness
Those two guys are damn good, maybe the best I’ve seen in 20 years. Too bad we couldn’t keep them on active duty. Randy’s a known entity- steady, happily married and loves flying for the airlines. KJ’s a different story altogether- His record is outstanding from the start. A real golden boy in his first tour, special missions certified and every possible important job. A tactical wizard- that’s what his skipper said. I wonder what would have happened if KJ’s wife hadn’t been killed during his first shore tour and he hadn’t resigned to take care of his daughter. Wonder if KJ will ever get a real job- he’s so damn talented it’s not funny, but he plays with airplanes, has this KJM Consulting which he won’t talk about but seems to make money, has some connection with his Dad’s Fixed Base Operation at Bradenton, Florida; lives in Florida, but drills in California. Ah hell, I guess I shouldn’t look two damn good gift horses in the mouth. I’ll just take ‘em and run.
Randy and KJ got up and headed out the door, logging out with the Duty Officer to ensure their drill time was counted. In the parking lot, they coordinated the call tree for next month, said their good-byes, and KJ jumped in his rental and headed back for the Airport Crowne Plaza. He had paperwork to do and was looking forward to a good night’s sleep and getting home to his now teenaged daughter, Jonna, who was thirteen going on thirty-one, or so she thought. He just hoped she’d behaved, as Mom had promised to have a ‘girl’ talk with her.
This one is 24 minutes long, but it will bring a tear to your eye…
One family’s connection thanks to an airplane.
I hope you enjoyed it, and they truly were the greatest generation! Thankfully there is another generation that is preserving the airplanes so more generations can see and hear them for real.
Is apparently alive and well again!
An Air Force jet piloted by an Offutt-based crew is flying the first aerial photography flight over Russia in more than a year under the Open Skies Treaty, Pentagon officials confirmed, marking a return to some limited military cooperation between the two nations.
Full article, HERE from Omaha.com
For those who are not sure what I’m talking about, this goes back to the 1950s, and was finally signed in 1989 by George HW Bush, but it wasn’t actually ratified until 2002. Now there were ‘overflights’ both by US and Soviet aircraft prior to 2002, as many of us in the military remember, along with the ‘overflight’ windows of the Soviet satellites, which we all came to know and ‘love’… sigh…
Ironically in 2018, the congresscritters refused to fund upgrading of the old OC-135 which is the only US compliant aircraft. That poor old 135 is still limping around on the original J-57 engines, and I’m not sure there are even any spares left for them. It’s a matter of time until it breaks and is stuck wherever it is… Hopefully NOT stuck in Russia!
More information on Open Skies is HERE. Note, this is NOT connected with the ICAO Open Skies policy…