day to day life of a pilot

#1
hey all, could anyone please tell me what the day to day life of an AAC pilot is like in peacetime and on ops, also what would be the best route to become a pilot as a soldier, eg. infantry gunners aviation ground crew. thanks

parker
 
#6
Only consider pilot if you can afford an expensive pair of sunglasses, enjoy sitting around all day not flying but dealing with welfare/some other bollox and it's not a must but a strange accent is desirable
 
#9
with grammer like that you'll never make pilot - "are there any good points etc"

Now write it out 200 times before sunset or I'll chop your b*llocks off

I thought all the issues raised here were positive? :)
 
#11
cdt_parker said:
er, are there any good points about being a pilot

parker
Err. They are the good points!

Sat around all day eating Ginsters, drinking tea. Payed film star wages. The envy of mere ground bound mortals. Oh, go flying occasionally.


Fly when you can, Auth what you want, Log what you need.

Its not all cushy in the AAC you know.
 
#12
06:00. Woken up by blue-bereted vision of loveliness. Kick several nurses out of bed from the night before. Brush teeth.

06:30. Ride powerful motorcycle to Mess. Enjoy sumptuous breakfast.

08:00. "Ginger" your faithful REME SSgt mechanic lovingly polishes the nose cannon on your super-duper Apache attack helicopter. You playfully slap him in the face with your riding crop and jump in, shouting "tally-ho!"

08:01. You realise that your "kite" has no functioning engine pack, so you jump out and return to bed until after lunch.

12:00. Lunch. Four rare steaks, two bottles of claret and a fight with the RAF attachment. Which you win.

13:00. Ginger has arranged for an engine pack for your throbbing attack helo. His crew put the finishing touches to the cartoon art underneath the canopy, illustrating the number of cows you've scared to death by flying very low over SW England.

14:00. Quick blast around in your kite, drop in at nearby Majestic Wine Warehouse and load several cases of Dom Perignon into empty weapon bays.

16:00. Land kite in grounds of nearest posh lady's college and enjoy social soiree whilst bearing badge-encrusted growbag.

19:00. Return to Mess with new girlfriends, ruck with RAF types, sing-song around the piano, etc.

00:00. To bed, another glorious day of defending Queen and Country over and done with. Your faithful REME ground crew serenade you to sleep.
 
#13
Or in reality:

07:15 - Wake up afer ignoring alarm in last night clothes, gyros wrappers on floor and breathing a green cloud which smells like the inside of an arse.

07:30 - Throw a growbag on because you are too fat to fit in Lightweights and too idle to press anything else.

07:45 - Ride your OTT mountain bike into work and gather around the Uckers table, spend the morning shouting 'up blob, mixy, split, out with the yellows' until you are called into the met breif by a dull man in brown pants and a beard.

10:30 - Assemble at teh mess and whine about the Groundie RSM who wants you to do the odd duty

11:00 - Return to sqn lines avoiding the BATS who need an airtest doing and ignoring the crew chief who is undermanned and needs a lift watching a blade out the hangar doors.

12:00 - Go home for lunch to the ugly wife you met before you passed your APC and sit there thinking 'I wonder if I could pull fitter at an airshow' look down at the stains on yoru growbag and realise you couldn't pull in Mon Cheries with 500DM hanging out your arse pocket.

13:00 - Sqn PT bomburst, hide, mark maps, refer to Army pamphlets and find a new excuse not to join in.

14:00 - Cab goes tits on start, so back to ops room for a game of Uckers and an early stack.

14:15 - On way home you forget you've not raided the groundies night flying rations and return to rob them leaving them with fcuk all.

14:30 - Go to Morrisons in your Passat estate and ugly wife

15:00 - Go to Blockbusters and sign out Wings of the Apache and sit there in your grow back rubbing your tool.
 
#15
minister_doh_nut said:
Or in reality:

07:15 - Wake up afer ignoring alarm in last night clothes, gyros wrappers on floor and breathing a green cloud which smells like the inside of an arse.

07:30 - Throw a growbag on because you are too fat to fit in Lightweights and too idle to press anything else.

07:45 - Ride your OTT mountain bike into work and gather around the Uckers table, spend the morning shouting 'up blob, mixy, split, out with the yellows' until you are called into the met breif by a dull man in brown pants and a beard.

10:30 - Assemble at teh mess and whine about the Groundie RSM who wants you to do the odd duty

11:00 - Return to sqn lines avoiding the BATS who need an airtest doing and ignoring the crew chief who is undermanned and needs a lift watching a blade out the hangar doors.

12:00 - Go home for lunch to the ugly wife you met before you passed your APC and sit there thinking 'I wonder if I could pull fitter at an airshow' look down at the stains on yoru growbag and realise you couldn't pull in Mon Cheries with 500DM hanging out your arse pocket.

13:00 - Sqn PT bomburst, hide, mark maps, refer to Army pamphlets and find a new excuse not to join in.

14:00 - Cab goes tits on start, so back to ops room for a game of Uckers and an early stack.

14:15 - On way home you forget you've not raided the groundies night flying rations and return to rob them leaving them with fcuk all.

14:30 - Go to Morrisons in your Passat estate and ugly wife

15:00 - Go to Blockbusters and sign out Wings of the Apache and sit there in your grow back rubbing your tool.


Fcuk me, I've been followed! Vehicle recognition is poor though, it's an Audi. And lets not forget, ugly women are always more grateful. :)
 
#16
But you have to make them grateful a bit too often :?

Which pilots here can honestly stand up and say that they spent more than 2 hours flying today? It's an easy life, they pretend fly, make maps, spend time in the mess, admire their blue berets and generally mince. I wanted to be AAC :( (spent some time with them, hence inside knowledge of AAC pilot life)
 
#17
In the same vein, crabby. How many inf chaps spent more than two hours 'infanteering'? (non ops blokes if we have any), how many loggie drivers spent all day driving? How many RE divers spent more than two hours diving? etc, etc.


You are right. It is an easy life. I think you may find we've worked hard enough to make it so. It becomes slightly less easy when the shite hits the fan, if and when the cab decides not to do as advertised, if the weather on a dark night isnt what Mr Met liar has predicted, etc, etc, etc. Life is easy if you want it to be.

As they say, a little knowledge can be dangerous.........;)
 

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#18
The Lord Flasheart said:
In the same vein, crabby. How many inf chaps spent more than two hours 'infanteering'? (non ops blokes if we have any), how many loggie drivers spent all day driving? How many RE divers spent more than two hours diving? etc, etc.


You are right. It is an easy life. I think you may find we've worked hard enough to make it so. It becomes slightly less easy when the shite hits the fan, if and when the cab decides not to do as advertised, if the weather on a dark night isnt what Mr Met liar has predicted, etc, etc, etc. Life is easy if you want it to be.

As they say, a little knowledge can be dangerous.........;)
Right, so life is cushy in the Womens' Auxilliary Balloon Corps? 8O
 
#19
Sixtyfootdoll said:
The Lord Flasheart said:
In the same vein, crabby. How many inf chaps spent more than two hours 'infanteering'? (non ops blokes if we have any), how many loggie drivers spent all day driving? How many RE divers spent more than two hours diving? etc, etc.


You are right. It is an easy life. I think you may find we've worked hard enough to make it so. It becomes slightly less easy when the shite hits the fan, if and when the cab decides not to do as advertised, if the weather on a dark night isnt what Mr Met liar has predicted, etc, etc, etc. Life is easy if you want it to be.

As they say, a little knowledge can be dangerous.........;)
Right, so life is cushy in the Womens' Auxilliary Balloon Corps? 8O
Very thanks ;) Beats working for a living.
 
#20
As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing wrong with the AAC, it's the best damn circus i've ever been to. It's missing the car with the doors that fall off, but we have the Oshkosh and Apache to make up for that and there are plenty of clowns :D
 

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