Egad, how I hated that thing!The original cockpit frame on page one of the thread could be made into a first class Dilbert Dunker!
I've never held my breath longer. I almost reached for the safety diver, but you know how young Marines are. We're indestructable, and no way my pride would let me reach for help. Until I had drowned, anyway
I made it but I was getting pretty desperate for air when I popped up-n-out. I was sure glad I was a trained scuba diver. Helped me keep my head underwater.
Pensacola. All contained in a BIG pool. Fun fun fun.
I got to take the dunk because an old-time friend of my father was OIC Survival Training School. I took some leave, and he ran me through almost all of it. Including SEER School. Amazing how many bugs you find to eat in the swamps around Pensacola...
Sorry, memories...
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