Layton Harrington:
CLASS OF 2006
Trego Community High SchoolClass of 2006
Wakeeney, KS
Layton's Story
Layton's schools include Trego Community High School. Layton later attended 382nd medical training squadron, CCAF.
Music Layton likes includes Natalie Metcalf, M.O.S.S.. Books Layton likes include Text From Dog. TV shows Layton likes include House of Lies, How I Met Your Mother, Entourage.
One of Layton's favorite quotes is:"For all the free people that still protest, your welcome. We protect you and you are protected by the best. Your voice is strong and loud, but who will fight for you? no one standing in your croud.
We are your fathers, brothers, and sons, wearing the boots and carrying the guns. We are the ones that leave all we own, to make sure that your future is carved in stone.
We are the ones who fight are die.We might not be able to save the world, well at least we try.We walked the paths to where we are at and we want no choice other than that.
So when you rally your group to complain, take a look in the back of your brain. In order for that flag you love to fly,wars must be fought and young men must die.
We came here to fight for the ones we hold dear, if thats not respected, we would rather stay here, so please stop yelling and put down your signs, and pray for all those behind enemy lines.
When the conflict is over and all is well, be thankful that we chose to go through hell.
We are all here for a reason on a particular path
You don't need a curriculum to know that you are part of the math
you people think I'm delirious, but I'm so damn serious
That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world
I'm not just another individual, my spirit is a part of this
That's why I get spiritual, but I get my hymns from Him
So it's not me, it's He that's lyrical
I'm not a miracle, I'm a heaven-sent instrument
That's why I'm instrumental
I can't stop, that's why I'm hot
Determination, dedication, motivation
I'm talking to you, my many inspirations
When I say I can't, let you or self down
If I were of the highest cliff, on the highest riff
And you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life in my grip
I would never, ever let you down
And when these words are found
Let it been known that God's penmanship has been signed with a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the deaf
And why my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind
I, too, dream in color and in rhyme
So I guess I'm one of a kind in a full house
Cuz whenever I open my heart, my soul, or my mouth
A touch of God reigns out
Listen, first you must travel a long desolate road. This road you travel will seem like nowhere, but that nowhere will turn into somewhere. Keep your head up Layton, dont let nobody get you down casue that road you travel shal turn around.
YOU MIGHT BE A WEAPONS LOADER IF... (If you don't understand any these, don't worry, only a real Loader would!)
You've ever said, "Oh yes sir, it's supposed to look like that."
You've ever sucked LOX to cure a hangover.
You know what JP-4, JP-5, or JP-8 tastes like.
You've ever used safety wire as a toothpick.
You've ever had to say, "My boots are still black!" (or ever spray painted them back)
You've ever used soot from the tailpipe to blacken your boots
You believe a jammer has a soul.
You talk to the bombs or missiles during a load.
The only thing you know about any city is where the good bars are.
You know more about your coworkers than you do about your own family.
You can't figure out why maintenance officers ex...Expand for more
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You ever wished the pilot would just say, "Great chaff/flare."
You take it as a badge of honor just to be called "knuckle dragging load toad."
You can't comprehend why everyone doesn't want to be a Loader.
You think everyone who isn't a loader is a wimp.
You wonder who the idiots are that keep making up stupid rules.
You consider 'Moly-B' fingerprints on food an acquired taste.
You've ever been told, "Get some prop wash, a yard of flightline, or keys to a jet."
You've ever jumped into an intake to get out of the rain.
You consider TDY a paid vacation.
The phrase, "Oh, by the way..." makes you twitch uncontrollably.
Little yellow earplugs, and "SKILCRAFT" grease pencils are all over your house.
You have ever loaded in really bad weather only to learn that flying was CANX an hour ago.
Your spouse refuses to watch any aviation shows or attend air shows with you.
The fridge in your barracks room is only stocked with beer!
You have ever looked for jets you've loaded in aviation magazines and books.
You know you are on the best load crew in the world and your crew will beat the crap out of anyone who says otherwise.
You can't figure out why two weeks of advance per-diem is gone in two days.
You can sleep anywhere, anytime. But as soon as engines shut down you are ready to load.
You have ever slept on a loaded bomb trailer.
You have ever stood on chocks to get a better look in the gun bay.
You have ever used Dykes to trim your fingernails.
You have ever pulled the gun switch while brake riding.
You have ever downloaded chaff/flare in a hangar.
You have ever wiped your hands on your pants.
You have ever yelled, "If you ain't Ammo...You're waiting on them!"
You have ever worn someone else's hat just to go to the chow hall.
All you care about is turn times and your days off.
You have ever had to download a jet an hour after loading it.
Everyone you know has some kind of nickname.
You have ever used the "Pull Chocks" hand signal to tell you buddies it's time to leave.
You hate that people working at the gym handing out towels get the same pay as you.
You have ever been tack! led, duct taped to chair, covered in PET and sand, egged, sour milked, peanut butter and jellied, and slid under the emergency shower in 30 degree weather.
You know in your heart that ALS's are female.
You have lookouts for QA or load barn.
You hate Ops, MOC, QA, SP's, Finance, CBPO (MPF) and the Hospital.
You've ever made a new pilot buy you a beer so he could write on a bomb.
You enjoy drinking beer after work and watching the Navy guys load using "hernia bars".
You think JP-8 and wintergreen Skoal taste good together.
You know the international marshalling sign for "pull your head out of your ass."
You know the words "beer", taxi", and "hotel" in three different languages.
You've ever worked weekend duty on a jet that isn't flying on Monday.
You've wished for the jet to start up so you could get warm.
You can't remember half of your coworkers! real names...only their nicknames.
You fix 30 million dollar jets, but can't figure out what's wrong with your $150 lawnmower.
Your toolbox at home has wheels and foam cutouts, just like the ones at work.
Some of the tools at your house are etched or at least scratched over.
You measure the cost of living in other countries by how much a beer costs off base.
You still refer to yourself as a 462!!".
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