In the late 80's I was flying test out of Patuxent River, Maryland.
One of my buddies was the lead on the Mk 50 torpedo test and asked me to fly a bunch of hops down at the Atlantic Undersea Test and Evaluation Center in the Bahamas.
Who am I to not take on such a hellish project? I'm a team player.
We were tracking an Ohio Class on the range for four days, launching 50's on her with turn away programming and no warhead.
Day two, we debriefed with the CO and his team. He asked if any of the pilots wanted to ride along on the next days test periods. I raised my hand.
What a peek inside the best group of Dudes you'll ever work with. They simply have their sh$t wired...like all sub guys, everywhere.
Now, on the down side, on the beach, they party like it's 1899.
