It was the summer of '89 down at Castle. We had an airshow in South Beach to get to, but the mercury had just hit 107 and the arresting wires were stuck up. The Wing CC needed us to get off the ground - owed a favor to the SOUTHCOM A4 - but after running the TOLD, we were only going to clear the wires by 7". I was a young co at the time, and the wing CC sat me down in his office. I stared him dead in the eyes and told him: “sir, I'm not putting my wings on the table for that.” He pulled out his slip stick right then and there and ran the TOLD again. We kicked off our gunner, SSt O'Leary - he was fat as my ex wife - and ended up clearing the wires by 11". I just wish I would've known to kick his Irish backside out and not have the commander call me into his office in service dress. I made it to the airshow and had the weekend of my life. O'Leary stayed home at his double wide and drank.