Final Walk Through Form Florida: Fill & Download for Free

Fortunately, this was relatively tame. I was returning home from a business trip to Florida, and it was immediately after the first ever episode of Survivor (remember that). The flight attendant was doing the final walk-through prior to takeoff, and noticed that a seat was not in the upright position. After trying it a few times, she determined that it was broken and the passenger would have to be reseated.He was an older man, probably late 60s or more, and didn’t want to move. He wanted to know why it was him, why she was singling him out, why she was incompetent and hadn’t done anything before he was seated.She arranged a swap with another passenger, including accommodation for his partner. The flight is becoming delayed because of this. She tells him that we could deplane all the passengers, wait for a mechanic, suffer the delay, or he could move.I say that I think we all know who will be voted off the island. He takes her name, and finally swaps seats.Waiting for the shuttle to the parking lot, I see the FA getting on the hotel bus. I double check that she had been my flight, requested her name, and filed a supportive note to Delta, just in case the jerk followed through. Delta told me she received a commendation.

Camping with Mary-Kate.So—it is totally difficult to envision if you have never done it. The heat, the humidity, the leeches, the growing jungle rot between your toes and fingers is hard to describe to a layperson. Movies can sometimes simulate the conditions but if you have ever been to the Grand Canyon, you know very well that all of the pictures you saw previously never did it justice. I mean you have to experience it. Movies isolate you from horror, or terror or extremes because we know they are movies, after all.I served a year with a mechanized infantry unit there. But I was blessed with the fact that I had two MOS (military specialties or training backgrounds) in commo equipment, when discovered by my commanding officer, eventually took me from an RTO position in the field to a radio operator in a command bunker. As an RTO, I always had to be ‘cable-length close’ to the LT (lieutenant). The antenna screamed, ‘shoot me first’ when we were on dismounted patrol.I will try to recreate my field time in an analogous manner to relate to. Try to imagine you are walking through the densest woods you have ever walked through for a camping and hiking trip. Now imagine increasing that density with vines, fern, stiff bamboo, palm and thick foliage to the point that walking becomes almost impossible. You can hardly move forward because it is so thick and then it begins to thin out so you aren’t pushing the vines and foliage apart to move forward. There are periodic clearings. You finally can see more than a few feet or so in front of you or the back of the grunt struggling with his foliage.Finally a clearing. You can see. Uh…at last. But you know if you can see so can the bad guys and this might be an ideal site for an ambush. Your head is nervously scanning from left to right looking for any movement but foliage moves and you are with other guys who are moving. Your M-16 or M-60 (M-79 thumper in my case) has a stiff finger near the trigger guard with the thumb ready to work as well.Remember being in the woods camping at night when you heard all the crickets and night critters? Now amplify that a dozen times over because far more critters live in the jungles than the woods you camped in. You have this constant background of critter racket that makes it difficult to hone in on someone stepping on a bamboo twig and snapping it. Was that twig their foot or one of ours? It doesn’t telegraph the origin.Named the F**k You Lizard, the weird sound of the lizard's cry could be heard as f**k you. The f**k sound is quite clear and short in duration, followed by a pause of about half a second and the elongated you. Sounded odd when several were yelling at each other. But I think they were yelling at the damn foreign soldiers.Now imagine walking in the woods near dusk on your camping and hiking adventure. That is what it is like walking through a triple-canopy jungle where the vegetation is so thick, you can barely see the sun on the jungle floor except as patches of light.If you have ever been to Florida in the Summer, you know how hot and extremely humid it gets. You come out of a building and it is like someone tossed a hot wet blanket over you. That is how you feel throughout the day and tomorrow and the next day. The sweat runs down your brow and into your eyes and the salt bites your eyes like apple vinegar.Your jungle fatigues are saturated as if you had gone swimming with them. They cling to you like an old tattoo.Your steel pot, mounted on the liner suspended on your head, seems to weigh 30 pounds. But you know it protects you against head injuries and is well worth the burden. I knew I had a hard head but wasn't sure it was hard enough to deflect an AK round.Your patrol stops for a break with the hand in the air to motion a halt and rest. You lean against a tree, but only after checking to make sure it didn’t contain any unwelcomed guest that would try to hijack you as a ride. Your patrol buds all are sitting down or leaning against trees to check the fatigue.You hear the buzzing sound of mosquitos, attracted by the sweating bodies. You swat at them because they will leave mounds where they bite. Some don’t bother biting, it seems they grind their cigarettes out on you…ouch. You snatch your helmet off and grab the little plastic bottle tucked under the elastic helmet liner band and loosen the cap only to realize the olive oil consistency won't stick very well to your sweaty skin. So you loosen up the folds of your fatigue shirt which is as close to dry in between the folds as you can get and use the shirt sleeves to dry your face and back of your neck. You pour the oil into your hands and slather in on the exposed skin for some protection. Lid back on, fumble with the helmet liner band to get it back under and you are good to go. Refold the sleeves halfway up the forearm.Cigarette time…yeah! You quickly pull your pack of Salems out of your breast pocket and grab the Zippo in your pants pocket for a smoke break. I gave up smoking decades ago but was a prolific smoker in Vietnam…go figure. Fortunately. SP boxes are often delivered to the field. SP stands for Supplement Packs which included cartoons of cigarettes, chewing tobacco, writing paper, Life Saver candy, Bic pens, and many other goodies for our field rats (grunts). Most platoons would forbid smoking on patrols and advised against smoking on patrol because odor carrys but the LT was ok because they could smell our funky BO as well. Think putrid vinegar smell mixed with Ca Ca and dirty socks. Really rank…rank like the smell of a panhandler who gets up close to you in downtown LA.It is time for the LT to do a Sit Rep with HQ and let them know our position. I have to be there…’cable-length close’…can’t wander off or go shoot the bull with my buds.Maybe a quick nibble. The SPs also included an interesting bar nicknamed the “Guerilla Bar” but it was formally called Tropical Chocolate Bar. This was a confection made by the Hershey’s Company that masqueraded as a candy bar. We would toss them off to the kids from our APCs and they would literally throw them back at us swearing “Bou Kac..Do Miami... Number Ten Thousand GI.” (Sorry I misspelled to soften the Vietnamese curse words). It was designed not to melt in the tropics…nor in your mouth. Imagine a piece of particle board that had been saturated in Hershey's Chocolate Sauce. There you have it..an exquisite culinary item designed as a punitive measure for all our fine fighting men in Vietnam. That will teach them for serving their country...yeah.Now, remember the dense jungle with the hot humid conditions. Now I want to add something else to that camping trip you were on. You will have to carry this woman (waving hi) around all day long. Her name is Mary-Kate Olsen and she was one of the twins from the sitcom “Full House”. She has a sprained ankle. Now, she is going to ride on your back all day long…while you walk through that thick awkward to navigate jungle. Once and a while you will have her get off your back when you go take a break. But you will learn to balance her when you are walking….and walking…and walking. And yes, if you have to sprint when there is incoming fire, you will learn to balance her on your back. She is there when you need to take a leak on the jungle floor or tree side. She is your load to carry. See, Mary-Kate weighs about the same as our rucksack, fully loaded; about 80–90 pounds. But where Mary-Kate could at least stand on her feet while you were sitting, you had to hold out your hand to have a bud pull you up with that burden because the rucksack had no feet or legs to push.Oh yeah. Anothef detail about that camping trip. Imagine you heard there were a large family of serial killers in the woods who have been murdering campers. Now that makes the trip even more challenging and scarier. Fortunately you are carrying a weapon for such instances.LT is ready…arm points straight ahead. Let’s move ’em out. Come on girl--get on board.So. Next time you see an ol' fart with gray hair and a little excess luggage over his belt wearing a shirt like this or a hat, keep in mind there are only about 850,000 of us ‘ol coots that actually served incountry left so don't get on our bad sides.

Stay with me, but one main one I think of is Flight of the Navigator. This is a movie that needs to be remade today but still holds up surprisingly well. It’s also not that much of a kids' movie. Even though it’s associated with Disney—they actually didn’t make it.It was way ahead of it’s time with the CGI animation and the special effects shots of the ship look like they were made today.It’s also a great combination of what seems like time travel, mixed with science fiction.In Case This Movie is Unknown to You, Here’s a Breakdown12-year-old David Freeman lives in Fort Lauderdale, Florida with his parents and younger brother Jeff. On his way walking through the forest to pick up Jeff, he accidentally falls into a ravine and is knocked out.When he comes to, he heads home only to find that his parents aren’t living there anymore. He passes out and when he comes to he’s in the hospital as he has matched the photo of a missing person but has somehow not aged at all.In the meantime, NASA has captured a crashed alien spacecraft and is keeping it hidden and under wraps. Somehow David’s brain images are showing the exact image of the captured spaceship and they keep him at NASA to study him more.It turns out Davids's mind is filled with a ton of star charts and information and they find out he was taken to a planet called Phaelon. He was only gone for 2.2 hours but had been traveling at the speed of light so time was normal for him but 8 years had passed on earth.David is now getting telepathic communication from the spaceship and goes to meet it finding out it’s called the Trimaxian Drone Ship, well the robot operator is anyway.David calls him Max and he and Max get the hell out of Dodge. Max is trying to collect biological organisms from around the universe. Max needs the charts from David’s mind and he gets them! Max has also taken a lot of data from David’s brain and now somehow has turned into Pee-Wee Herman.David has already met his aged parents and brother and has a chance to go back to live with them but it’s a world he doesn’t know. He takes the risk to travel back in time to try to go back to his normal world and family.And it works.Final ThoughtsYou might easily dismiss this movie—as a lot of people did when it came out—but it’s not technically a Disney movie. It was made by a Norwegian film company that ended up going bankrupt, and Disney stepped in to release the movie.If the Disney title had not been attached to it, I believe it would have been a much bigger hit. Not Back to the Future level, but in that same ballpark. If it’s been a while since you’ve seen it, it’s worth checking out again.I’ve got a whole blog that goes a lot deeper into the making of the movie, and all the troubles they went through getting it made:Compliance! The Story Of Flight Of The Navigator -