So, while the others proceeded to drink our hosts under the table, I sat there staring into a glass of Coke. The driver took the long way around and showed me the rest of the place. Stacks of B52's on flightlines, in ready areas, in maintenance hangars, and some in various stages of dismantling right there in the open. With everybody on board and comparatively happy, we cranked up and aviated. The guy was a winner.
Real airline touchdowns both times.
We gave him 9.0 for each. Then the other, a Captain, tried his luck, and collected 8.5's. Now remember, our Captain on his landing there had only collected 4's. In jest, I casually asked our Major if we could swap a couple of our pilots for one or the other. There was a moment of quiet contemplation.