Mark Pfeifler: Airshow and Interview Videos
In Memoriam. My friend and colleague who lost everything to skin cancer. RIP Fif Fife Fife. LocalSalty Nation - RAF Mildenhall United Kingdom.
Until you've investigated a Piper Traumahawk fatal crash hearing the final soul scarring screams of a B52 bomber pilot and CFI's female student pilot, "CENSORED"....and then silence to match his. Stall spin training for the student and they augured their PA38 into Nebraska's Terra firma. I'm not even tryna describe what I saw because it's not appropriate and it's really hard on my God damn heart
. Has to be that way, kids, it's the life of the cycle. Anyway...another time another place...

Kim Reynolds brags at a kiss Trumo's fat ass rant and rave rally she raved about how she has experienced everything everyone else has so that's why she feels my pain....in essence anyway. You mean my experiences in the military recovering all the pieces of blood and guts and bits of bodies of Air Force aviators and their crashed
? God could never create the look ouchie thaaaat's a vision I'll never forget. Picture that. Angela was her name. Working on her Private Pilot License. She was one of my students as well.

Then there's Captain Manning, an AWACS driver on leave flying for fun up in Colorado and ouuuch. Cap'n Manning's gone sir, another God damn CFIT.
Or Captain Mark Pfeiffer (Fife 55) turned United Captain and airshow performer I worked with off duty because I was an Instructor and Aerobatcs Pilot aside from my AF duties as an Instructor Flight Engineer and Director of FE Training Operations on AWACS. RIP. Skin cancer.
Or Kaitly Pirtle, my sweetest and cherished forever
female friend who promised me her heart if she died just before she did. Fucking Fetty in the smack Jack and the cruel hoax of a War on People who use drugs
. That hurt. HAAAARD! That was the last time I saw my friend, she visited me at the Royal, and I remember Kait covering me up as I drifted off to sleep and when I woke up she was gone. A short time later, a month perhaps and she was gone too.
. My mom said her mom was thanked on Kait's behalf from a man who she donated her heart
to because she was an organ donor. It's particularly painful
when I recall the time she said I Luv you. And I said ahhh no, I luvvv you. Friends without so go fuck yourself Felix the Pakistani vowed ahhh that's something I'll just keep to me myself and I but I took her over to my mother's place just to grab a bite to eat God she was so thin that God damn fuckin shit heroin habit traps the warmest souls so innocent and true as you my dear friend RIP. Oh, and a shower. That's why she said that. She was at wits end breathlessly sobbing and living in squalor so I broke down and I never would've conceived of taking her to my mother's house
but I made an exceedingly unusual but critically important decision to offer a gesture of humanity and you do not wanna know what happened after that. Heinous! Awful. Cruel AF! No idea where her concrete bench is I sure would like the ashes from just my heart to be scattered next to it. Maybe Carol can find out.
. Damnit! Thaaat fucking hurts for ever
. God damn your bullshit war on drugs go to he'll.














How man's that?
Or all 42 crewmembers on Yukla 42 whom I knew. Skip was a good pilot but sadly, they lost cookers 1 n 2 near Vr after V1 after ingesting a number of Canadian Geese and they were heaaaveee and 325,000 pounds of metal and my colleagues, some close personal friends I'd gone to war with were all of a sudden not there. Easily could've been me. Cause? A specially designated nesting ground and grazing are set up for Canadian Geese. Right next to the runway. How the fuck does THAT happen?
That's enough my tear ducts are drained and so am I emotionally. To be continued. Perhaps. I'm not looking for sympathy or on any pity pots either so save yer sentiments.
A year ago I learned of the passing of 9 who I knew, one the husband of a friend of my mom's and an old Air Force friend a few close friends and some I knew pretty well. In 2 day's time from numerous sources. And all I got was a perfunctory, "yeah well they lived a tough [meaning drug addicted] life." Ouch. Crass? What you think?
Again, that bullshit $1,000,000,000,000.00
War on Drugs, Public Enemy Number One according to Tricky Dick Nixon. And Just Say No by Reagan and Shirley McClaines crazy ass Astrolgicianified Nancy. And add on the War on Terror. I'm not obligated to speak. That's all for now.

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