Flying Arsenal.
I don’t remember the exact circumstances that brought these two words together, but I like it.
Flying Arsenal. To me it’s a great combo of words.
The first elicits the wonder of flight and aviation, and the capacity to transcend and go beyond pre-conceived limits. It’s in motion. It’s here, then it’s there. This Arsenal is active!
Arsenal has an aggressive connotation.
The first definition that pops up in the Merriam-Webster dictionary is ‘an establishment for the manufacture or storage of arms and military equipment,’ then simply ‘a collection of weapons.’ I like the third, simple definition of ‘a group of things or people that are available to be used.’
Draw upon the resources that you’ve collected to assist in making a difference, my friends.
Added bonus: Arsenal has the word Arse right at the front. We all make arses of ourselves at one point or another.
And now for a little personal association for the name.
Growing up my family used to attend Air Shows in western Pennsylvania. If you’re not familiar with Air Shows, they’re Car Shows for planes. Usually a weekend-long event at a small airport, a wide variety of airplanes are flown in for display on the ground and in action across the blue and white sky.
We’d spend the day burning in the sun admiring a cross-section of the history of aviation, from the earliest propeller-driven planes to the Blue Angels fighter jets and even the occasional Stealth Fighter or Bomber fly-by.
I’m not a mechanical buff, or a military buff really; but watching those planes take off and fly around produced pure awe.
Flying Arsenal reminds me of the Bombers that helped win World War II. Agents of change that stood up against the evil of Hitler and made the world a better place.
That’s what I hope this blog does.
Kills evil Hitler.
If we fall short of that, I hope to share some insights, some stories, some observations and some questions that aren’t a complete snooze-fest and contain some percentage of comedic value.
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