Where was our president ? yesterday I was in the awkward position of being the “president ” trying to control the shenanigans of the flight line gang plus safety officer duties When our president is on the field the flight line is perfect We had a serious crash with UNCLE G slamming his aircraft into the groung almost killing several grass hoppers this out of control crash would never happen if our beloved president was here SUCH IS THE POWER THIS GOD has over the gang so I ask where was our president I will also be asking our gracious leader for a loan of his socks next time Im the leader as they have a spell bounding effect on the mad buggars THE fur coat /MR MOOSE also was in the same frame of mind as he also tried to settle a score with the grass leaving an indentation 10 mtrs into our strip that we as a group will be required to fill in before the sheep fall in a working B is set for friday this week as I have just heard from the farmer that he has lost several sheep (I didnt tell him were to look for them ) so lets have a full crew to get the sheep out an fill the trench OK .