Friday, July 30, 2010

T-38 Instructor Pilot

Here is an article and pictures (courtesy U.S. Air Force) that recently appeared in Silver Wings, the base newspaper. Aaron was featured in multiple photos and I thought family and non-military friends might be interested in an explanation of what exactly Aaron does at work...

50th Flying Training Squadron “World Famous” Strikin’ Snakes
Lt. Col. Steve Ankerstar
50th Flying Training Squadron
Commander


It isn’t easy being world famous. The more than 150-strong team of those assigned or associated with the Strikin’ Snakes try their best though. With 40 active duty instructor pilots, 30 more reservist instructors, nine enlisted, two civilians, a world-class spouse organization, and over 60
associated students at a time, we boast a total force team that is committed to our mission.

Today, I’ll press beyond what made this squadron world famous in the past to highlight a few things that make the 50th FTS “world famous” today. Our mission is clear—we train pilots. We utilize the T-38C supersonic jet trainer to offer one of two Phase III SUPT “tracks” that transition students from the T-6 to their follow-on weapon systems. Traditionally, our
squadron has trained students for follow-on assignments primarily in fighter and bomber units, but the drawdown in combat air force assets has changed this slightly. Beginning in late 2009, we began sending students to mobility airframes as well. Our syllabus remains the same and every graduate of our program earns a single-seat fighter qualification.


However, those opportunities are rare these days. Withthe F-35 around the corner, we provide the Air Force with a qualified pool of resources that may later transition from the mobility world into the fighter world. Until then, we tell our students that they could see almost any aircraft in
the inventory when they turn and face the screen on assignment night. Such experiences build character.


Our priorities are also clear—train, educate, and motivate. Training remains our highest priority with our syllabus consisting of 82 aircraft sorties, 30 simulators, and 112 hours of academics. However, we try to round out this training with education along the way by answering “why”
instead of just teaching our students “how.” We treat our students as professional young aviators that will lead tomorrow’s Air Force and we make/take every opportunity to educate and mentor them along the way.


Every Friday afternoon, we stand down for a flying period to focus on training excellence and professional aviation. Our students attend these “all ops” meetings and participate in debriefing the highlights (both good and bad) of the week. We show HUD tapes and ACMI lines to demonstrate our lessons learned and we do this en masse to allow all of us to learn from each incident. The real value to the students is in hearing the discussion behind each event to allow all of our aviators, instructor pilots and student alike, to add to their professional aviation understanding on a weekly basis. These meetings also provide the backbone of a strong aviation safety culture of owning up to mistakes, talking through the experience and passing on lessons
learned.


Motivation exists in many forms. As such, we pride ourselves in offering multiple avenues to motivate our students to achieve more than they thought possible. For starters, we sacrifice a flying training period every week to focus on fitness and motivational team-building. Every Wednesday afternoon (or morning on night weeks), we can be seen on the football field outside the squadron or at the gym or running perimeter road (too hot for that now). By far the most
motivational event we have is the regular instructor versus student dodge ball game. The presence of multiple flying projectiles does wonders for building situational awareness.


Other motivation techniques in our motivational tool kit are: the charm bracelet, the touk (Canadian for a particular style of hat) of shame and Friday T-shirt contests. One must ask a current Snake instructor or student for the finer nuances of exactly how each of these specific
methods enhance memory and motivate students to achieve more on a daily basis. Part of being world famous is having the foresight to rejuvenate viable motivational techniques that have been cast aside by today’s institutions of higher learning.


Lastly, and most importantly, the core of our “worldfamousness” is our support network. Our life support personnel have the cleanest life support facility that I have ever seen and their pride in their facility demonstrates the same pride they have in taking care of each of us. Our ops desk personnel take great pleasure in ensuring that no Snake steps out the door without all the appropriate paperwork and qualifications to do so. Our maintenance team provides us ready to fly airplanes every day without fail and politely revises their schedulewhen ours explodes (daily).

Our civilians, Ms. Cathy and Michelle, form a front office team that will welcome you to our squadron with open arms while simultaneously extinguishing the multiple office fires that pop every day. Our Honorary Commander, Mr. Paul Swain, graces us with his presence and we could not ask for more support than he and Linda provide.

And finally, our spouses—the Strikin’ Sisters—and our families keep us grounded in reality and remind us that our world-famousness only exists within the four walls of the
squadron.


I commonly brief the wing commander on our Thursday stand up meetings that, “Life is good in the 50th” and it truly is. In addition to the sheer privilege of training, educating, and motivating tomorrow’s Air Force leaders, we also get to showcase the US Air Force to our primary customer—the American public—on a regular basis.

We supported multiple air shows this past year from coast to coast, Arlington funeral flybys, Officer Training School graduations, and multiple televised sporting events to include—opening day for the Atlanta Braves, a Miami Dolphin NFL game, and two NASCAR races. We are a proud squadron with a proud history and we are working hard to get better every day. Please visit us at our Facebook page—50 FTS Strikin Snakes—to learn more.

Capt. Aaron Kiser instructs a student in the finer art of tactical formation.
Maj. Bill Lester gives a step brief to 50th FTS pilots at the squadron. On average students at the 50th FTS go through 82 aircraft sorties, 30 simulators and 112 hours of academics during their time at the squadron.
Pilots walk through the “World Famous” door to the flight line at the
squadron headquarters.

Pilots with the 50th FTS stand with members of the Miami Dolphins cheerleaders
after a flyover November 2009.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Little Redneck

Aaron is thrilled that hunting season is just around the corner... and he's got his little sidekick in training, sleeping in camo pjs and trotting around in his waterproof boots (and here randomly playing with a plastic shovel). Even though it won't be for a while, I know someday these boys will have a lot of fun traipsing around outdoors together.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Doggie Dentist

Poor Maddie! Mimi & GrandBrad sent Will a plastic tool set. He decided to try the pliers out on the dog. Thankfully she's a very patient patient!

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

VBS

This year our church decided to do a one-day VBS for all ages themed "Building Up God's House". It was based on 1 Peter 2:5 that says, "You also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ."

I volunteered to teach the 5th/6th grade class while Aaron participated in the adult sessions. The kids were great and had a blast with the construction theme (hard hats, caution tape, etc.). I wish I had taken more pictures, but I was busy and simply forgot (a trend that seems to be continuing into the summer).
Will enjoyed 4 hours playing with the kids and wonderful ladies in the nursery. Don't let this picture fool you, he just wanted another cookie. :)


Meanwhile, in the 5th/6th grade class we were discussing how the "church" is really made of believers rather than bricks and mortar, so I sang a childhood song that drives home the point. One that I thought they would fondly recall... The church is not a building, the church is not a steeple, the church is not a resting place, the church is the people.

Well, they looked at me like I had two heads, and not just because I was singing. None of them had ever heard it before?!! Even my adult assistant. Does anyone else remember this song?? I thought it was a Bible school classic.

Regardless, it was an encouraging morning that was fun to share with young and old. We closed with a hot dog lunch, and I attempted to make Hard Hat cookies for dessert. Rolling out 100 of these babies all Friday/evening on the heels of our traumatic morning (see below) did not go exactly as I envisioned, but they were still a big hit.
And a couple of my favorite verses from the day...
For you are the temple of the living God. As God has said: I will dwell in them and walk among them. I will be their God, and they shall be My people. ~2 Corinthians 6:16.
I write so that you may know how you ought to conduct yourself in the house of God, which is the church of the living God, the pillar and ground of the truth. ~1 Timothy 3:15

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

One Little Monkey Jumping on the Bed...

Well, you know how the rest of that chorus goes, but it's definitely not as fun as the song makes it sound. We know from our latest misadventure...

Will has taken to wanting to climb EVERYTHING lately. He sees footholds and stair steps in the most unlikely places. He definitely seems to be the typical adventurous, curious, and might I add daredevil of a little boy. In the past week, he's tried to climb the kitchen table, piano, and even his changing table. This past Friday morning I was in my bedroom getting ready. Will was playing nearby and sort of whining because he wanted to be up on the bed, but he couldn't climb up and I wasn't offering my assistance. Then the phone rang.

I turned my back to answer the call from my sister and open the bedroom blinds, when I turned around to see him standing, perched on the edge of the mattress. "O my gosh," I said to Kate, "Will figured out how to climb up the bed." No sooner than the words came out of my mouth he fell head first off the edge. I threw the phone down and darted around the bed.

He was moaning but moving, so I picked him up and laid him on the bed to take a good look at him. He kept squirming when all of the sudden I saw his little eyes roll back, his body tense, and he went unconscious. He had a paci in his mouth, so I reach to clear his airway and his jaw was rigidly set around it. I managed to pull it out. My heart leaped into my chest and a sob choked my throat, but I reached for the phone, hung up on Kate, and dialed 911.

Will woke up. He was out for less than a minute, but it seemed like an eternity. He began screaming, making it very difficult to hear what the dispatcher was saying. I was scared to move Will but he was reaching for me and moving around, and the guy told me the best thing I could do was keep him calm. Once I gave my address I was patched through to Security Forces (SF) on base and a wonderful Staff Sergeant stayed on the line with me until the firetruck from base arrived.

At this point, just five minutes later, Will was still whimpering and I opened the door for five firemen who paraded into our living room wearing their huge shiny silver suits, as well as the plainclothes fire chief. They wanted me to continue holding Will to keep him calm and they started checking his vitals. They couldn't find a bruise or bump on his head and quickly ruled out brain damage. Checked his pupils, blood pressure, which looked good and gave him some oxygen. By this time the ambulance from Baptist Hospital arrived wheeling in the stretcher, accompanied by two SF guys. All of which, Maddie, our consumate guard dog, handled surprisingly well, laying quietly beside us, and not even stealing a glance toward the gaping wide front door which led to freedom.

The consensus was Will looked just fine, he'd just passed out, and probably had the breath knocked out of him, too. Everyone was so helpful, kind, and reassuring. "Kids this age are resilient." "We get calls like this all the time." "He looks just fine." We ended up signing the refusal of transport to the hospital and they assured me that I could call at any time if I noticed anything wrong. Throughout the ordeal I was waffling back and forth between composure and tears. Signing the last form another tear escaped down my cheek and the EMT asked, "Ma'am are sure you're okay?" jokingly adding, "I can prescribe a valium for you if you like." Everyone left, and I collapsed into tears intermittently hugging Will, who at this point was back to happily running around the room.

Then I somewhat collected myself to make some phone calls. First poor Kate, who heard my panic and then sat around for an agonizing 45 minutes wondering what in the world was going on, then Aaron, who reminded me that a similar thing happend to him as a baby and he turned out okay. :)

It was such an indelibly scary experience, but I'm so thankful he's totally okay! Praise God!

And the doctor said, "No more monkeys jumping on the bed!" Or anything else for that matter!

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Eclipse

Friday night, Kristie and I went to see Eclipse, the third movie in the Twilight saga! She introduced me to the first movie and books last summer when we were visiting them in Omaha. I read the entire car ride home and finished all four books by the end of that same month. What can I say, I'm a sucker (pun intended) for Edward and Bella's love story! And, it was a treat to see the third installment with a true Twilight fan!

Kristie brought me a shirt to wear. Hey, if we're going, we might as well go all out, right?! (It says Team Vampire)
She also gave me Stephenie Meyer's new book The Second Life of Bree Tanner for my birthday. I will definitely be adding it to my summer reading list!

By the way, we thoroughly enjoyed the movie and can't wait for Breaking Dawn!

Monday, July 5, 2010

Friends, Fun, & Fireworks

Our dear friends from the year of pilot training, Scott & Kristie, came to visit us for the Fourth! They drove in from San Antonio where Scott is at P.I.T. (pilot instructor training) before relocating to Laughlin, AFB for the next three years. It was so great to see them and Will had the best time playing with their dogs, Buster & Gizmo. The weekend was full of activities and of course, went by way too fast!
Sunday, we were all decked out in our red, white, and blue!
We decided to do our cookout on Saturday night, since we were planning on seeing the fireworks in Starkville on Sunday evening. We cooked ribs, baked beans, broccoli salad, and cornbread, and made patriotic cupcakes for dessert!


After church on Sunday, we headed over to Starkville to Scott's aunt and uncle's place. We enjoyed a dip in their lovely pool with a delightful afternoon snack of homemade peach ice cream. Yum! Will loved all of the floats, and is feeling more and more comfortable in the big kids pool.
For dinner we ate at Mugshots, our favorite burger joint, then enjoyed the local fireworks. The weather was wonderful and made it a perfect evening to sit outside.
Even though Will was up WAY past his bedtime, he LOVED the fireworks, and sat contentedly wide-eyed in my lap the whole time. A sweet ending to a great weekend!
Happy 4th everyone, and God bless the U.S.A!

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Never Long Enough

It was wonderful to spend the past month with extended family. But, somehow no matter how long you get to spend with loved ones, it's never long enough.
Cuddling with Nana.
Relaxing with GrandBrad and Mimi.
Playing with Gigi & Grandpa.
Loving Great Grandma & Grandpa.
Having fun with Aunt Kate.
Jammin' with Uncle John.
Swinging with Mimi.
Laughing with cousins, Ben and Hannah.
Feasting with the Kemmerers. We love you, family!

Friday, July 2, 2010

Samantha's Bridal Shower

While in Pennsylvania, we celebrated my cousin Samantha's upcoming nuptials. Her fiance's mom and twin sister hosted the party in their New Jersey home. It was a lovely afternoon, and I'm so glad our side of the family could be there with her.
The lovely M.O.B. (Mother of the Bride), Aunt Janie, and of course, the bride.
Apparently the food was quite tasty, as we had all cleaned our plates!
Kate found these cute tote bags!
Mom outdid herself again with a "household cleaner" inspired gift and accompanying letter, that went something like... Tyler might not always be "Mr. Clean," but give him your "All" and you will have great "Joy."
The three cousins with one of Grandma's dear friends, Dolly. When we would visit in the summers, she would do our hair in rag curls. It was so great to see her!
And the bridal party...we're really looking forward to September!!!