I found this article interesting reading. Even though I've never been a pilot, I have these same thoughts as I think of my time serving with the best bunch of Marines in the greatest organization in the world.

Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

S/F Gary Alls
HMM-263 '66-'67

Here is a farewell address from a guy who loved his job. It
was time to leave and he was going to be OKay about it. But he was going to
have fond memories and he was satisfied and proud of what he had
accomplished. VFA-203 in a Navy Reserve Squadron.

A fighter pilot's "Dinner speech"

(A Great Change Of Command Dinner speech by CDR "Beef"
Wellington, former USN VFA-203 "Blue Dolphins” C.O.)

Two days ago I closed out my career as a Naval Aviator. The
realization is just now starting to hit me, as I’m sure it will the rest of
you someday. What follows are my remarks at my farewell dinner. Several of
the guys in my squadron had asked me for a copy of what I had written and
because it had been jotted down on the back of a cocktail napkin in my
weird-assed hand writing and because these things came from my heart, I
debated for a while whether or not to write it down, but the response from
all the guys and their wives was so humbling and overwhelming, I thought ...
why not.

Being an F/A-18 pilot and an airline pilot at the same time
gives you an interesting and different perspective. Unlike others, at my
airline (NWA) they do not have a history of hiring Single Seat Naval
Aviators and as such we are definitely in the minority. On every trip when
you first sit down next to a guy, the first volley of questions in getting
to know each other always includes "What is your background?" Based on 3
years in the airline industry, I have recently decided to flat out lie and
stop telling guys that I am a Naval Aviator and an F/A-18 pilot. You might
be asking yourself, why would anyone do that? There are 3 reasons.

One - Because everything that the uninformed population
knows about Naval Aviation they got from the movie Top Gun: a credible and
reliable source of information if there ever was one.

Two - Because when I tell guys that I am an F/A-18 pilot,
the machismo and bravado that immediately comes from the left side of the
cockpit becomes somewhat intolerable and I am forced to sit and listen to
stories for the next 4 days that go something like, "Mike, did I tell you
about the time when I landed my C-5 on a 15,000 foot runway with only 30,000
pounds of fuel in the tanks, with the weather at minus, and oh, oh yeah, did
I say it was at night." You gotta be $hi **** n' me!

Three - Because, in their state of curiosity, invariably
questions get asked about what flying the F/A-18 is like and what this
business of Naval Aviation is all about. It is in my futile attempts to
answer these questions that I have finally decided that it is impossible to
do so. How can anyone possibly explain Naval Aviation?

How do you explain what it has been like to have seen the
entire world through the canopy of an F/A-18 like a living IMAX film?

How do you explain what is like to fly an engineering marvel
that responds to your every whim of airborne imagination?

How do you explain the satisfaction that comes from seeing a
target under the diamond disappear at the flick of your thumb?

How do you explain catapult shots - especially the night ones?

How do explain the exhilaration of the day trap?

How do you possibly explain finding yourself at 3/4 mile [on
final], at night, weather down, deck moving, hyperventilating into your
mask, knowing that it will take everything you have to get aboard without
killing yourself?

How do you explain moons so bright and nights so dark that
they defy logic?

How do you explain sunrises and sunsets so glorious that you
knew in your heart that God had created that exact moment in time just for
you?

How do you explain the fellowship of the ready room where no
slack is given and none is taken?

How do you explain an environment where the content of a
man's character can be summed up into two simple 4-word phrases - "He's a
good $h **”or "He's a f-- - in' idiot."

How do you explain the heart of maintenance professionals
whose only enjoyment comes from taking care of our young sailors and
providing us with “up" jets to execute our craft?

How do you explain the dedication of our young troops who we
burden with the responsibilities of our lives and then pay them peanuts to
do so?

How do you explain the type of women who are crazy enough to
marry into Naval Aviation, who endure long working hours and long periods of
separation and who are painfully and quietly forced to accept the
realization that they are second to the job?

The simple fact is that you can't explain it; none of it.

It is something that only a very select few of us will ever
know. We are bonded for life by our proprietary knowledge and it excludes
all others from our fraternity. As I will, no matter where you go or what
do, you should cherish that knowledge for the rest of your life. For when I
am 90 years old sitting on my porch in my rocking chair and someone asks me
what I have done with my life, I will damn sure not tell them I was an
airline pilot, but rather I will reach into my pocket, pull out my Blue
Dolphin money clip and tell them I was a Naval Aviator, I worked with the
finest people on the planet, and that I was the Commanding Officer of the
Blue Dolphins."

This says it all.