Our lazy class historian was finally replaced with one who does his job. I present to you my day:
The day begins getting on a bus to the airfield at 0445. The parking lot in those light conditions is unphotogenic.







We’re off the flight line and on the bus back to base by 1200. By that time, the afternoon schedule people are already preflighting the same helicopters we used that morning.

Thanks for that view of your life right now!
Nifty!
Fly me to the US.