Dan Henningsen

そもそも「90日」という日数自体が、珊瑚海海戦の直後、真珠湾入港前にフィッチ少将が知らせてきた見込の日数であり、その時点でヨークタウンが、連続100日を越える哨戒と作戦の連続で入渠整備がまったくできていない艦であったから、その日数には整備に要する日数が加味されていたと考えます。

Mitch is aware of the chatter about how he would fare under Tortorella: “Marner told me he saw and heard all of that. Torts actually pulled him aside and talked about it right away. He said, don't listen to any of the crap people are saying. He said, ‘I'm here to help you.’”

OK, I’m intoxicated. No need to worry about your pilot being drunk…that’s a sacred thing & crews will call it out ASAP, before you board & could notice. It’s rigid. I would call someone else out in a heartbeat & wouldn’t think of flying drunk. I now have many hours before I’d have to technically stop drinking to meet the FAA requirements , but I’m done now. So I have thoughts. I think it takes a long time for me to absorb things. I miss her. Taking her was like throwing salt on an insult added by injury. Staying with her was a good thing. I don’t think I could live with myself if I’d left when it was clear she was going to be dead, even if it was going to take a few years. Still not sure how I feel about Dad dying last year. Complicated, but that’s another subject that intertwines. Laying beside her was kind of like committing yourself to laying in a mausoleum. There was a chemical smell that permeated everything while she could barely muster the energy to turn over in bed. It was not her fault at all…I laid beside her regardless & was happy to do so. I hope she didn’t feel embarrassed – she was the height of fashion at our peak, and she was smoking hot. In retrospect, I’d put my hand on her belly & joke about how she could fry an egg,..that kind of ended up being where the cancer was. There was not much conversation in the end, but I tried to be beside her. She fought for her dignity & self-reliance *way* past what the doctors & nurses recommended. She succeeded. She died at home, surrounded by family & friends. I won’t rehash it, but I hope I can do the same someday. I just hope it’s sudden & painless. She didn’t have that good fortune. I’m drunk. I’ll be well past sober when it’s time to fly again. But for now my life is entirely for my kids, which is good, but I’d like something for me, too. I’m cynical as they come, but she was good & was supposed to be for me. She was my prize for emerging from the depths, but she passed & there is now nothing for me. If that is to be, I accept it & will give everything for my kids. Anyway, I’m drunk & you should not give any of this weight. I’m going to sleep in a Hawaii hotel room way before the FAA or airline booze limits become a factor. I’ll wake up, compartmentalize it all & operate at an elite level. That is what I do.