My father was in the air force. I remember the days when crews would come back to our PMQ and drink stubbies of Labbat 50 or dominion in our small kitchen. Being a member of the CF is more than a job. It is a family.
Some love flying because of the freedom it provides. I love it because of the camaraderie. Regardless of the reason, aircrew who are passionate about their career are so because it fullfilled a lifetime dream. To have the privilege to wear wings (regardless of the type) is a special thing.
When I started my career, I was making a dramatic change. Obviously, my wife and I needed to talk about it. After many bottles of wine and honest discussion we agreed that taking the chance was the best thing for me and our family. Since then, she has been my biggest supporter. She had a baby while I was on BOTP, and raised two small children while I conjugated verbs and hung below Sea Kings. My career would not be possible without her absolute support.
The pilot training system is changing. It is a great time to be in. New aircraft, new trainers, and a vision of where the air force is going. In a couple of weeks I will start phase I, and provided things go well, I am scheduled for phase II in October.
One of my friends got a ride today during a Maple Flag sortie. 60 aircraft launched today over the skies of northern Alberta. He was in the backseat of a CF-18 when the AC dropped a LGB on a target at the range. Not bad for a guy who gave up medical school in his third year to pursue his dream of flying for the CF.
Would you regret not trying? Would you ask yourself "I wonder if I could have done that?". If it is just to "touch the face of God" then you can do that with a 172 on a clear morning. If you want to be part of a larger family, a tradition of excellence, then maybe you should stop wondering.
Cheers,
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