Thread: Chogy joins the Staff

Let me edge my way into the preschool here...

Chogy, sorry I have not said this earlier but I was off to training all last week with a ton of work everynight.

Congrats and welcome to the asylum!

Well deserved and good to have a Zoomie in our midst.

I guess you call signs were better than the one an AF classmate this past week said he had...he was an A-10 jock who ended up medically out of the cockpit into acquisition. He said he was known as ROTHLADD...as is Red On The Head Like A Dog's _____. He said it was almost worth getting out of the cockpit just to drop that moniker!

my congratulations CHOGY.

Originally Posted by Albany Rifles

I guess you call signs were better than the one an AF classmate this past week said he had...

I've noticed that the Air Force has a different mentality than the Navy when it comes to assigning names. The AF tends to use names that are cryptic, sometimes mocking, often secretly pornographic, like your A-10 bud. The Navy tends to go for names more typical of what you'd expect a fighter guy to have.

One unlucky guy had a last name somewhat close to the male member, and he was immediately dubbed "P***s". This infuriated him, but everyone gets a lame 2LT name until they do something famous or interesting. "It'S NOT P***s!!" he would rant over and over. "OK", the weapons guru said, "You are now Snot."

Fight a name, it'll stick all the worse. Yes it's juvenile, but tradition is hard to break.

Another guy was dubbed "Bitch" and rather than fight it, he embraced it. It became respected by all, as the guy was an outstanding pilot.

ah, call signs. there's a guy here at work-- a certain major long, callsign-- "notso".

Chogy, welcome! I'm Rob, AKA Goat, and you'll find that I'm almost always last to comment because I'm the least competent among our World Affairs Board staff members.

I couldn't resist this particular chime-in. It is absolutely, positively, indisputably true that he who resists his callsign must expect to own it the longest. Thus "Goat." In my SEAL platoon most of us had animal handles, like Moose who was (obviously) moose-sized and Swan, who had a proclivity for falling off cliffs during our land navigation exercises (i.e., "swan dives").

In my case, I had hoped for something slightly more noble, like Eagle, perhaps. Maybe Stag. Hell, I would have settled for Ocelot. But no, a Teammate noticed that I can survive eating literally anything that has ever been remotely qualified as edible and, well, the rest is history.

Again, congratulations on your appointment as a WABBIT!

- Rob

Thanks Rob, and good to meet you. Isn't it odd how when we look at an old picture of friends and comrades, we immediately think "Hey, there's Mongo, Opie, K-mart, Jammer, Bitch..." and it takes much longer to remember their real names? If you can do it at all? It works that way for me, at least. Senioritis, I guess.

I've simplified that even more. I've just collectively named my 4 best friends "The Russians" and leave it as that

A necro-welcome to you. I was in the throes of moving when you were frocked so I missed it. Splendid addition.