The Gut
The nerves of the gut know when essence is too low.
They steal essence from the brain.
Fuel gets low. The ceiling gets low. Salary gets low.
Clear thought decreases.
Turbulence increases. Fatigue increases. The scorn from the corner office increases.
Errors increase.
A pilot, told to ignore a broken nav light,
Feels his essence drain away with the daylight.
Cancel and lose my job?
Fly and lose my license?
Worse, fly unlit and strike another craft?
No essence remains after questions such as these.
Labels: Essence
posted by Dr.ATP @ 8:24 PM
1 Comments
1 Comments:
Jim:
Getting a bit personal here? Bet you have some stories from back in the day.
May I commend to you a book, The Map of My Dead Pilots by Colleen Mondor. It's a brief read that speaks eloquently to the issues you ponder in this post, in the context of Part 135 ops in AK.
My review here.
Keep your essence tank full,
Frank
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