18 February 90, memorable date for me. I didn’t know how to drive properly a car, didn’t have my license yet but I was given that superb piece of machinery for a little flight. Some of us had been kicked out already. The stress for the rat race was seriously felt everyday. My turn would come soon enough sadly…
here I am after landing, happiest man (kid? I was still 20).
my instructor (left) was there to shake hands. The fuel man too I remember.
now the air forces being armed forces…
expect some childish behavior…
no a full strip tease but…
down on a cart, in my fireproof underwear, ready for the game…
more tomorrow.
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