I usually don’t forward funny things that show up in my inbox, but I couldn’t resist sending this to a buddy of mine that was a 124 FE.
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If you were ever an ole shakey crewmember this'll bring a tear to your eye. Thanks to Herb Coon FE, WFJ FE
C-124 "Old Shakey"
HERE IS A STORY OF AN ALUMINUM CLOUD
It flies awfully slow,
And it sounds mighty loud.
It shakes and it rattles,
While it bounces and roars..
This monster is known as a
"One Twenty-Four."
The sync lever is touchy,
And the throttles all stick.
And it's an oil leaking,
Backfiring son of a bitch.
Now don't get me wrong,
One thing is for sure,
You'll get back alive
On this faithful old whore.
The ground crews they cussed it
The whole world around.
And the Navigators prayed
It would get off the ground.
But a sleepy old Pilot
And a drunk Flight Engineer
Put her up in the blue
Without any fear.
The Mag drop is excessive,
And the torque's too low,
But at thirty-five inches
the Flight Engineer hollered "GO."
The fuel leaking engines
Were all belching flame,
And at eighty-five knots
He said, "Power OK."
At six thousand feet
Then he set his "Cruise"
The cargo six jeeps
And ten cases of booze.
The Loadmaster said
That his hair turned grey,
And if he had a parachute,
He'd be on his way.
Now we're headed for home
And sweet Mama we'll see,
After flying this mission
That took three weeks.
Our ulcers are burning,
And we've spent all our dough
But with three days of crew rest
We'll be ready to go.
Believe me this story did not end too well,
For that Engineer is now burning in hell.
He flirted with Satan
And had lots of fun,
But ended up flying those
"One Forty-Ones."
They said when he got it he was in the rear
Convincing the Loadmaster he had nothing to fear.
His eyes were all blood shot
And his head filled with pain
And he could tell by the sound
That they were climbing again.
Sweat streamed from his forehead
And his face turned pale,
As they hit clear-air-turbulance
And the pressure door failed.
The cabin filled with fog, and noone could see
The oldtimer crumble and fall to his knees.
His heart pumped pure whiskey and labored with the task.
As he wondered what the hell happened to his oxygen mask.
His whole life flew past him,
From beginning to end
In those perilous seconds
While trying to descend.
When the fog finally cleared
And his body was found
All of his buddies had gathered around
One said softly, as he wiped away a tear,.
"Old Sarge's gone to hell as their Chief Engineer."
We should all learn from this story
And obey all the rules.
Make use of your head
As well as your tools.
Perform all your duties,
And do them with pride,
Or old Sarge might just give you
"Your Final Check Ride'
Thanks to CMSGT "Charlie" Brown for sending this one
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