Fri Nov 24, 2017 11:44 am
You seat facing the rear of the aircraft.
There’s usually cargo on pallets in the mid cabin behind you.
You’re wearing a cranial and an inflatable life preserver
You cant hear anything or talk to anyone other than by yelling at the passenger next to you.
When you get catapulted, the turboprop engines are run up and then you feel/hear a loud bang as the holdback breaks, and then you get pushed/Thrown back against the shoulder belts holding you in your seat. The joke that is told to people who haven’t been catapulted/noobs is to “close your eyes otherwise your eyeballs pop out of your head during the cat shot.”
Just before landing the sign in the overhead just above the rear cargo ramp illuminates. “Prepare for arrested landing.” You’re just jostled around in you seat and then you just feel it crash onto the flight deck and then you get pressed against your seat back. After coming to a stop, the smell of jet blast and exhaust fills the cabin as the exit ramp opens and you see the next airplane line up on final and you see shirts running around in the flight deck as the aircraft taxis off the landing zone in to a parking spot next to the island. During the taxi you hear the hydraulics fold the wings. the aircraft shuts down and you wait until someone meets you (collectively not you personally) and you follow them off the aircraft and into the island. Where you doff your cranial and life jacket and they get collected and get recycled for the outgoing pax or go back out to the c-2.
If there was a code on board, the code get to debark the aircraft first, Noncodes have to wait until he’s off first. He walks through a formation of multicolor jerseyed side boys and gets greeted personally by someone important from the ship either XO or CO or staff officer depending on how high the code is. The other peons/noncodes get quietly unloaded afterwards and escorted to the island.
Bonus animus sit, ab experientia. Quod salvatum fuerit de malis usu venit judicium.