Thinking that I was used to the wind was a mistake.
Head down to avoid eyes and mouth full of grit, I slogged from Task Force HQ to Craig just in time to make the weekly trauma VTC. The whole day, as a matter of fact had been of that feel – moving against the wind, current and routine to the point where I was getting exhausted just thinking about hiking back to the other end of Disney at meeting end.
But there was another VTC waiting for me and I was trying to be a good kid. Hat on, gloves on hiking along the back fence my mind started to wander. Instead of tucking my notebook into a pants pocket (you remember all those pockets which work wonderfully) I had it in my left hand. With the wind at my back, I rounded the last couner of the transit yard just as a gust of wind almost knocked me flat.
The dust devil did success in distracting me. As I grabbed for my hat, papers flew out of my notebook. Three pages of detailed lists encompasing everything I needed to do for the next week. The first two did not travel far but that third sheet was sailing well over my head and moving rapidly toward the flight line. I watched in amazement as this guy leaped and snagged it just before the fence. Grinning, the AF officer handed it over remarking that it was a bit more challenging than a frisbee but not as much as flying a jet.
Guess I will have to stop my Air Force bashing for a while.