Blackhawk in the Backyard (sort of)

Back when I was in elementary school I had some exciting days at school.
Like the time I won the life size paper mache Spanish dancer woman at after school art club (hello, Miranda!).
Or when we brought exotic foods into the classroom during the 5th grade International Festival (hello, mangoes!).
In 6th grade, every day was exciting.  We played a lot of chess and kitty whist in small groups (hello, life skills!).
Things have changed.
6th grade isn't even part of elementary school anymore in most places.
And an exciting day consists of participating in a game show (Brain Quest), attending a concert by a "mouth band" (Ball in the House) or climbing the tail section of a soon to be deployed military helicopter.
Ho hum.  Just another day in the 3rd grade.      

That's right.  A Blackhawk helicopter paid a visit to the boys' school today.  The pilot is the dad of a student and this is the 3rd or 4th year they've been able to fly in.  The kids are able to go in and on the Blackhawk after an extensive orientation during which they must shout back the 2 things they aren't allowed to touch (red buttons and buttons with wires attached).  Other than that, have a blast.
And let me tell you, it was cool!  I rushed right outside when I heard it approaching this morning and again when it was leaving this afternoon.  It flew right over our house, blades whirring.
Daddy was working at home today, so we were both able to go over to school during the time that Will & Cuyler's class explored the Blackhawk.          

 

The boys both climbed up the tail section and touched the rotor blades, sat in the pilot's seat and tested out the troop seating.  Cuyler even took up a spot in the crew chief/gunner's seat and pretended to bazooka a bunch of Germans.  True story.

I found that in order to get more variety in the perspective of the photos I was taking, it became necessary for me to enter the Blackhawk as well.  I mean, it was right there

for goodness sake.  I did not however make the trip up the tail section.

Poor kids, all they get to do tomorrow (Friday) is have an ice cream sundae party.

I was hoping for a traveling circus or at the very least a petting zoo.

Comments

[ginny]

Ah, it's all a plot by the right wing military happy folk to make it seem glamorous - war, killing, blackhawks. Oh those innnocent kids. Bad, bad, bad.