Thanks, Serge (I think we should start calling you Paddles).
I know you are not supposed to argue with Paddles, but I was sure my (LO)AR didn't seem right based on what I was seeing on the FLOLS. Dang FSX 4.12 g/s!!!
Thought this was appropriate to share, and could be adapted for vLSO
It was a bright sunny day aboard the Big E,
When I powered my Hornet just over the three.
The ball it stayed steady, my glideslope was true,
Got an OK for sure, that’s the one thing I knew.
When Paddles came down they were on the attack,
My groove length was long, and my pattern was slack.
And then came the words that I feared they would say,
Fair pass 301, had you high all the way.
F@!! YOU PADDLES!!! You guys must be blind!
F@!! YOU PADDLES!!! Are you out of your mind?!
There’s no way I was high, so why can’t you see,
I only just barely got over the three.
That night was as bright as most any I knew,
The full moon lit up the horizon in blue.
So I felt quite alright with a sagger tonight,
And I only just barely dropped into the two.
Then Paddles came down and they started their dance,
Didn’t let me explain, never gave me a chance.
A stitch? Ticked the one? I wasn’t that low!
You’ve never flown Prowlers, so how would you know?
F@!! YOU PADDLES!!! You guys must be blind!
F@!! YOU PADDLES!!! Are you out of your mind?!
First I’m too high, and now I’m too low,
Just tell me where it is you want me to go?
The next night was dark with some storms rolling in,
The thunder was making a terrible din,
Easy Rider is gone put your taxi lights on,
CLARA ship, and they talked to me all the way in.
They came straight downstairs with a squish in their boots,
With their soggy wet hair and their dripping flights suits,
“The deck took a swing, you did just the right thing,
You did great 105,” and we started to sing.
HEY THANKS PADDLES!!! You guys are the best!
NICE JOB PADDLES!!! You passed the big test!
All our pilots survived, they all made it aboard.
We could swear that your voice was the sound of the Lord.
The next day was clear, a bright sunny day,
It was a bit windy, I got carried away.
And powered myself a bit over the three,
But not high enough for Paddles to see.
When Paddles walked in, his boots were still damp,
“Fair pass 210, too much power at the ramp.”
I thought for a sec, ‘bout the storms yesterday,
Before I decided just what I would say.
F@!! YOU PADDLES!!! You guys must be blind!
F@!! YOU PADDLES!!! Are you out of your mind?!
There’s no way I was high, so why can’t you see,
I only just barely got over the three.