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News flash...Big Blue doesn't care about what its members want period.

Are you kidding me? Go back and read the first post again - my exact statement was If this thread has made just one wife 'see the light', then it's worth it.

So some threads we have to act professional to random people on the internet and in others we don't? Check.

Dude, you're joking right? We have pages upon pages of half naked chicks on this forum (which are awesome) and other posts where guys say 'choke yourself', 'kill yourself', etc and you think that we should act 'differently' here? If she doesn't like what she's reading she has the right to not come back on here--same to you for that matter.

There is a distinct difference between nudie threads on an internet forum and addressing a military wife, directly, in a disrespectful manner. If you can't figure the difference out on your own, ask someone in your squadron. Just because you can be a cyber-tough-guy doesn't give you license to be an ass to someone's wife. If you wouldn't say it to her in the club with her husband standing there, then don't bring it here.

I'm so sorry beaver I must have forgotten my place, cause the ony thing us wives do is go out shopping spending our husbands money, right? I mean there is no way I could possibly be different and have a job on base in which I'm surrounded by pilots. You would think that by now I would be use to the looks of shock and amazement I get just for simply understanding the difference between an F-15C and a F-15E. I guess when being compared to some of the wives here that can't tell the difference between a T-1,T-6, or a T-38, other then the color, I should have learned that it's generally the opinion that all wives are the same! Must have missed the requirement that one had to have testicles to know anything about the flying world.

Ugh. Wives like you make me want to f-cking puke.

Show some respect. You can disagree without announcing youself as a jerk. Would you say this to her face? With her husband standing there? Act like an officer.

After some swirling around the sky, none of which I could reconstruct if I tried, we knocked it off and reset. Both flights turned for their points to set up for the next fight. Regaining my vision, my gastrointestinal tract let me know it was NOT happy at the treatment. I unclipped the side of my mask, loosened my shoulder straps and reached for my Mark I barf bag. As I heaved, I thought I had more time before the next engagement. I was therefore totally unprepared for the next “merged” call. With my mask loose and the preoccupation with examining my stomach’s contents, I must have missed the “fight’s on” broadcast. This call went the same as the last fight. The same pull and hard climbing turn produced the same “g’s” and loss of vision. Unfortunately, with my shoulder straps loose, I was pinned to my lap by the crushing force. My now-filled ex-lunch sack plummeted to the cockpit floor and sprayed everywhere. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t sit upright and I didn’t think it could get any worse.