“Robbie, got a few minutes?” I had already briefed Brent, a new FSS who was there to do the overlap, now that things were picking up with air traffic at the place. “Nothing too serious boss, I’m just looking for your opinion about the trainer’s position. I’ll grab us coffee and meet you in your office.”
I sat and looked at my coffee without drinking. My tongue still carried the harsh aftertaste from the last dozen cups that got me through the shift. Glancing up at Robbie, I wondered how the man made his progress through the ranks, over the years.
Robbie must have been able to read my mind. “I was posted to a small airport up north, and like you, I had to handle a few emergencies in my first couple of years there. Someone got wind of it, and decided I was destined for bigger things. My wi
