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CG23Sailor - > Uncommon Sense -> On piddle packs, and stowing for sea
On piddle packs, and stowing for sea

How does one go to the bathroom when you are strapped into a single seat jet fighter?

A: Piddle Packs.

One of my favorite sites to visit is a Military Blogger called Neptunus Lex.

Often he will write entries he categorizes as "Tales of the Sea Service" and they are stories mostly true, sometimes anecdotal, about himself or others

Often these stories are referred to as "Sea Stories"

This is one such story that I absolutely died laughing when I read it.

Lex has already had to go twice during a long mission, now he has to go again and he is all out of piddle packs. It should be noted for the sake of this excerpt that flying formation with him is a FEMALE pilot he refers to as 'Dangergirl"

From neptunuslex.com:

Tanking complete, I took the lead to bring my cohort back to the ship. We had forty-five minutes to go before the ship was ready for us, so we held up high, well overhead the ship, saving gas. When that damn over-pressure light came on for the third time.

Which was one more time than I had piddle packs. I will spare you the tale of how I tried to balance the load of my third attempt between the two packs. I will not share with you the discovery that the chemical-laden piddle pack had ZERO excess capacity once it had been used. Nothing at all will I say about the ship turning into the wind twenty minutes early to catch us, necessitating a hasty, agitated descent from high holding. I will not try to describe the challenge of trying to put away two over-full piddle packs while flying in a spiraling descent down towards the ship, holding the stick between your knees, and using your elbow to bump the throttles back and forth.

No. You don’t need to hear about any of that.

Nor do you need to know about how Danger Girl, wondering what the hell was going on, closed in and stepped up in formation in order to look into my cockpit, to see what was going on. You just don’t need to know about that either. Nor how, my hands being full, I tried to wave her away with my shoulder. You won’t find that hand signal in NATOPS.

For the whole story, check it out here.

It is rather long before you get to the meat of it but is well worth the read. It will have you in stitches.

especially the SHOCKING ENDING.

Tags: Sea Stories, Navy, Flying, Jets, Fighter Pilots, humor, funny
posted by CG23Sailor on Thursday, May 15, 2008 at 09:12 PM
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