Imagine that … (2) – Development of hazardous duty pay: Anything for a buck?

By Carl "JC" Pantejo, Copyright May 2008

Author "My Friend Yu – The Prosperity Mentor," Copyright August 2007. Pantejo – Publications Vurce Yes

* The following story is incorporated in "My Friend Yu – the Prosperity Mentor: Book II, "Pantejo – Publications Vurce Yes. Release Date: 2008.

"] [Amazing Life! Is not it ?..."

- Volunteering to pay extra -

I've always been quite "open" on the additional payment. What the hell, I work got'ta anyway, right? Why not get a little more, for just a little more misery.

Once offered to pay for experimental makes me part of a cold weather mission "while wearing a core body temperature data collection device."

The data were necessary to design better equipment for weather protection missions that hypothermia was a real danger, and also to design nutritionally sound, climate cold (MRE meals ready to eat) individualized to the size and activity of each operator.

In fact, "... while wearing a body temperature central data collection device "was the official way of saying that I and my team were doing our job in a very cold region RECTAL OUR THERMOMETERS butts firmly installed and anchored there by a fan in LAMP at the end of each probe!

Needless to say, it was a nuisance to shit - and quite painful if you forgot to deflate the bulb!

On another occasion, when the military was designing new ejection seat trainers for pilots of his plane, I volunteered for service training ejection seat. In the old days, the trainers used live charges instead of pneumatic propulsion water and breaks. I "shrunk" a centimeter or two (because of spinal disc compression), but later regained my height, manly, 5 '5 "a few months later.

One more extra-pay for the rights to the story?

OK

A study was commissioned to measure the effects of full body armor (Kevlar) for emergency exit of a downed helicopter. DIB for the first time I have in this task because ... well, on all because no one else volunteers!

That should have been a signal.

Anyway, attached to the NAWSTP 9D5 (Naval Aviation Training water Survival Program) multi-egress/crash emergency helicopter simulator.

The simulator is like a giant oil drum. The interior "handheld" is the size of the cabin of a troop transport helicopter. Was suspended above a small training tank (pool) by thick steel cables. When the operator / engineer is prompted, which releases tension in the cables of support and the slams device in water (like a real helicopter during Emergency landing at sea). Then, like all senior helicopters do, the device starts to turn upside down.

I knew / taught all proper exit procedures.

I was strapped into the seat. Breathe nice, long before the water level reached my mouth and nose. I was a little air pressure inside the nose to keep the water fills my sinuses.

(It's always fun to me how a marine can become baby in a panicky, when shortly before the situation underwater emergency - simulated or not. The disorientation and water through the nose many causes rough and tumble male, and overly muscled Marines to panic, unbuckle too early, and are trapped in the coach.

I think the only other thing that causes more terror pure in these finely tuned, mindless killing machines [translated: the first wave, the charges] fodder is the view of an immunization needle.

I SH t * no! I have had many sea monsters fainted when I waved a needle and syringe in front of him!

It's hilarious and not really a problem.

My only concern is that the big kid will not hurt his fall to the ground, falling on the chair, or instantaneous, involuntary recumbency prone on the couch. After a pleasant smile, I inject the passed out Marine with the originally prescribed medication, break an ampoule of ammonium nitrate in the nose, and tell the murderer now awake brain surgery / castration / rectal exam is over and done with – no problem.)

Back to the simulation helicopter accident.

Inverted, I waited for all violent motion to stop. I took a hold of the seat beside me and took my buckle. Was stuck / jammed. Do not worry. I showed this to my students the survival and the fact procedure thousands of times. I hit the locking mechanism with his fist, making sure that was locked in depth, and then tried to open the buckle again. It opened its doors. Cool.

But the normal smooth weightless under the water that had experienced in the past was replaced by a vicious surge to the surface. Like a bug on the windshield of a car, I was stuck on the cover upside down simulator.

"Imagine That". Kevlar floats!

The body armor was so buoyant that I was stuck, upside down on the deck of the 9D5. Even worse, the rest of in her team was to get hooked on all that on my way out. Cargo hooks, under a helicopter, and the seats turned out to be just one more thing to disentangle myself from before I could leave the simulator.

I'm not sure how long he had been holding his breath. The activity and severe emotional state can cut your breath holding time.

Outside the coach, the safety diver, a friend of mine, told him the assistance of "necessity" signal.

I smiled and gave him away.

Finally, he said "f * ck her," grabbed my attention (emergency Helicopter output device – a small scuba cylinder the size of a large café-latte at Starbucks), purged the mini-regulator of water and took a puff of compressed air.

This was always a last resort because the ascent to the surface and breathing had to be checked later. In a retention of breath, it could rule out the dangers of DCS (decompression sickness) and age (arterial gas embolism – a condition more serious when you travel bubble through the blood vessels and lodges in some rather inconvenient places, namely the heart or brain).

Well, it would be a day more than I expected.

Without the immediate need air, I methodically removed his Kevlar vest, and hooked around my arm. I looked at my partner and waived my middle finger at the Kevlar vest.

My friend took out his regulator, smiled and stuck his thumb in his mouth. Then she pretended to put him in the ass. The meaning was clear: F * ck me! I've never put Kevlar in a helicopter flying over the water!

Nor I.

– A bad day at work –

Back to the situation at hand: "Big Army Parachute, man is not that great."

I knew it would be a bad day when the archaic body harness of the parachute and the shock of large aperture made me feel like I was being split in half – from the crotch!

After to overcome stiff leg, I immediately checked my canopy and saw the track after my bad day.

Reflex, I said aloud, "Imagine That" (My personal "bleed down" slogan).

For those of you who have not been indoctrinated into the wonderful world of hazardous duty, let me cue in. Almost all operators have a "bleeding down or releasing the pressure," personal slogan tell themselves to instantly calm down.

These phrases serve a vital purpose. They got a mindset that is conducive to survival, especially when you're "having a bad day at work."

Catch phrases:

1.Delete damage over time, the emotions of their current situation.

2. Help mentally out of a dangerous / sensitive situation to time, to facilitate quick – often life-saving – decisions objectively (as an observer, not a participant).

3.Relax you (even make you laugh) while marveling at the absurdity of life!

Once again, I said, "Imagine That".

Above my head, Instead of a sky full, round crown, I saw what looked like a large condom, used! Or an air line more or prevents static electricity inflating my chute.

I was swinging wildly.

All my attempts to inflate the main parachute failed. Major bands separated shoulder – nothing. I did a pull-up and got into an elevator and let go – hope that the action to explode, the spring of my body weight would leave a little air between the canopy. No joy. I looked release system usual four-line (a way of controlling / directing a parachute by releasing four lines on the back of the cup), but then recalled that it was an old army through without that capacity.

I pondered whether to try and find the possible starting line alignment and cut (one at a time) with my hooked line cutter shroud.

From experience, she can "feel" that I had not recovered terminal velocity (About 147 miles per hour) … yet. It was probably due to friction caused by the lower rubber "used" over me shaking. Physicists will tell you that one square yard will reduce the rate of free fall up to 20 percent.

But a quick look at the land to land (color perception fund starts around 10000-12000 foot ceiling) and verification of my wrist altimeter told me that I really did not have much time to play Sherlock Holmes / Brain Surgeon with offensive lines shroud.

Damn, I hate when that happens …

[Continued in "Imagine ... (3) - Medical Turf Wars and Angels of Mercy Revisited. "]

His friend in this intrepid journey called life

Carl "JC" Pantejo
Pantejo@ynvurcepublishing.com

Hazardous duty Incentive Pay, Kevlar, hypothermia, experimental, hashish, the line of acquisition.

Other articles by this author:

"Imagine … (1) – The Asian Angel of Mercy and Murderers."

"The alternative notions of life, a different path, Items (1) – (7)." (This is an ongoing series of articles that focus on personal improvement, success and happiness).

"The experiences of 'current series," Items (1) – (23). "(This is another series of articles about love, romance, Asian / Western relationships, relationship analysis, and more.)

"How dare you! Out of Despair I learned to forgive "

"Remember who you are!"

"The need to heal your broken heart? Keep reading. Overcoming Anxiety and learn the Illusive Secret of Happiness. "

"Simple (and Priceless) Life Lessons from the Most Influential Prosperity Mentor in my life – my Father "

And much more!

(By Carl "JC" Pantejo and published on the Internet at all, the keyword: [title of article] or "Carl Pantejo)

About the Author

He is a retired U.S. Military veteran. Believing that school was too boring, he dropped out of High School early; only to earn an A.A., B.S., and MBA in less than 4 years much later in life – while working full-time as a Navy/Marine Corps Medic. In spite of a fear of heights and deep water, he free-fall parachuted out of airplanes and performed diving ops in very deep, open ocean water. He went to Thailand 2 years ago for a week’s vacation, fell into a teaching job, and has never left!

Carl “J.C.” Pantejo
Pantejo@ynvurcepublishing.com
Founder, Y.N. Vurce Publishing

http://www.ynvurcepublishing.com

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