“George” couldn’t swim. It didn’t matter to the Navy. If George wanted to wear those wings, he had to get with the program. It was Dilbert Dunker day and soon it was George’s turn to climb that long ladder.
  He sat spellbound and horrified in the mockup of that plane fuselage at the tiptop of the long slide.  He must have been trying to decide whether to give a thumbs-up and surely die, or to descend the ladder, “drop on request” and go home. It’s a great story.  The Dunker is gone now but thousands of memories remain.  Share another Dunker memory with us, or a memory of any subject from the ‘mundane’ days of Pre-flight.


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