#SNJ-5

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Miss Judy Luck posing with a 1943 SNJ-5 Texan

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War Dog by Treflyn Lloyd-Roberts Via Flickr: John Colver's Texan "War Dog" displays at the El Centro air show. Aircraft: North American SNJ-5 Texan N1038A 90917 "War Dog" in US Marines VMT-2 markings. Location: NAF El Centro, California, USA.

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1960 SNJ-5 Texan N154CF by David G. Schultz Via Flickr: Craig Nelson

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SNJ-5

[la-perfide-albion]

Lmao it aint even a german plane, just some american plane with luftwaffe color scheme

Hey everyone how’s ur day im in traffic bc a fucking plane crashed on the freeway

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Tomás Del Coro Following

N368OF 1942 North American SNJ-5 (AT-6D) Bureau 84843 Serial 42-84793

Marine Corps Air Station Miramar (MCAS Miramar) (IATA: NKX, ICAO: KNKX, FAA LID: NKX)

Photo: Tomás Del Coro

Miramar Air Show 2014

October 4, 2014

[my-infinite-enjoyment]

AT-6 Texan, also known as the SNJ-5 and called the Harvard

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An SNJ-5 in flight near NAS Atlantic City, New Jersey, 1945

[melmac78]

The first chapter of the Tracy’s doing the Overnight/Live Aboard program. It’s a WIP, and and will take a bit to finish as I’ve got to rewrite a couple of scenes as I found they’re implausible. (There are some minor liberties taken on the program, but I try to have anything that can be visited IRL accurate).

These pics correlate to the opening chapter.

Notes: the berth described in story is not exact to the above: The one I stayed in is the door and by the women’s Head (bathroom, accurate as they also have showers), and the quarters displayed above are part of a tour. Also, my headcanon is Texas was allowed to become an independent republic again in the future.

Enjoy.

••••••

Scott Tracy was in love - again. She had sleek curves, a graceful nose, beautiful blue and gold colorings... and long graceful wings.

He stared at the real Navy Blue A-4 Skyhawk Blue Angel that "flew" on a tall, solid pedestal as though soaring the skies.

Scott could imagine being behind the wheel of the plane, zooming through the air to help serve his country. The swooping, diving and turning were all quite vivid in his head, and he got lost in his imagination.

In fact, Scott was so deep in his dream he didn't notice the world around him trying to get his attention - nor the fact he was grabbed and thrown into a fireman's carry.

It wasn't until he saw grey concrete and rough, seashell laden sand - and someone's shoulders hitting Scott in the gut - he realized he was even moving.

Scott finally was snapped out of his thoughts, aided by the crisp, salty air of the Gulf of Mexico. "Hey! Let me go! Put me down!" said the pilot, gently pounding on the man's left shoulder blade.

A gentle base voice laughed. "Sorry birthday boy but there's plenty more to see than your 'girlfriend'," laughed Virgil as he continued to walk the man a short distance to the front entrance of the USS Lexington in Corpus Christi, the Texas Republic.

The aircraft carrier, commissioned February 17, 1943, was the fifth one by that name. The previous one - CV-2 was sunk in the Coral Sea during World War II, and people chose to rename a newly built carrier from USS Cabot to Lexington in her predecessor's honor.

The nickname Blue Ghost, coined by Tokyo Rose, was created when the Japanese thought she had been sunk four times, but came back.

She was kept in service until formally decommissioned in 1992, and now had been a museum for almost 70 years.

When Texas was allowed to become its own independent constitutional republic again in 2047, the United States allowed the carrier to still be on display in the Gulf as part of a history sharing program.

When Grandma Tracy gave a Live Aboard trip to Scott for his birthday, he suggested they all go. He said it was all he wanted for his birthday - a trip through history of course, experiencing life on an aircraft carrier, but also spending time with his family.

They would be camping in the old crew quarters below deck as part of the program, as well as enjoy meals in the mess hall and see other sites in Corpus Christi, including the Texas State Aquarium and museums in the area.

Even John happily agreed to come down and stay on Earth for the two nights they would spend camping on board the vintage aircraft carrier, so it was for once the entire family.

Admittedly though no one knew how much excitement this trip would bring for the family.

It was already a struggle for them to keep Gordon from dashing off to the visit the marine wildlife and rehabilitation centers at the aquarium. His invite to feed the fish - inside the aquarium in his scuba gear - and the dolphins wasn't until two days later.

Now, just like Scott had done to Gordon over the aquarium, Virgil had to carry him away to get to where they were supposed to go.

"Oh come on Virg - she's not my girlfriend," said Scott, rolling his eyes as he lightly bopped his brother's head.

Virgil scoffed. "Yeah right - you also have to flirt with the TA-4 Skyhawk, T-2C Buckeye, SNJ-5 Texan, KA3B Skywarrior, N3N Yellow Peril, F/A-18 Hornet, 4A Phantom 2..." he said as he then gently set his brother down beside his others. They had their sleeping bags and backpacks bundled together for the two-night stay, packing clothing and other supplies needed.

What many didn't know there was another special "guest" on board - at least yet - Thunderbird Four. She was boarded late the night before on a specialized crane they made for the ship to be part of a presentation in the morning before they celebrated Scott’s birthday with a party.

Four was on the flight deck, with a small ramp facing out to sea to clear the iron guardrails if Gordon need to launch.

The other 'Birds were ready to fly with EOS' autopilot at a moment's notice from Tracy Island.

While none of the Tracys thought any vehicle would be needed, they wanted to be ready just in case. Kayo was also on standby, staying at a nearby hotel with a helicopter landing on the rooftop to quickly board Shadow.

Scott chuckled in concession. "All right - I'm the 'Bachelor' for a bunch of aviator beauties," he said looking at the ship. "At least I'm not Gordon and want to kiss a sea turtle or otter."

"Hey - that was in my dreams," said Gordon, who then realized it only made things worse. He chuckled. "Yeah... well, I admit I'm wanting to go to the aquarium already, but I've also been looking forward to staying on the Lexington. I finally get to teach you a thing or two about ship life."

Alan chuckled. "Yeah, such as how to get stuck in the brig for hours misbehaving," he teased.

The aquanaut shook his head. "Can't do that bro - the brig is on the hard-hat tour, and Grandma couldn't get us on that one. Filled up."

"Doesn't mean they couldn't put you in the photo op brig," chuckled John, who was sitting on a large ship anchor as he finished his bottled water and snack.

They laughed at the remark as Virgil sat down by his red-headed brother. "How are you feeling bro? Do you need some more water?" he asked seriously.

John shook his head, waving off the remark. He was still suffering space sickness compounded with a rough descent in Thunderbird Five's space elevator two days prior. It had been bad enough he scared his brothers by passing out shortly after they greeted him in the living room.

They all had been worried his "space sickness" would keep him from going, but Virgil and Brains gave him the OK, as long as he ate and drank whatever he was given by the medic or brothers. They already had told him he'd be buying mozzarella sticks - a specialty - at the concession stand the moment after they got settled on board.

"I'm fine, besides - looks like we're about to start our adventure," John said, nodding toward the middle age man walking up to them.

"The Tracy brothers correct - Scott, John, Virgil, Gordon and Alan?" said the man, and the five nodded. "Just wanted to be sure. Your grandmother had already checked in with the girls from the local YMCA. Said though she was going to head to the Wardroom's mess to fix you dinner."

The five brothers gasped in horror, and the man chuckled. "Don't worry - we have people hired to cook the meals. We told her to rest and wait until Scott's birthday celebration - but only bring store bought foods."

Gordon wiped his forehead in a melodramatic fashion. "Whew! for a moment there I was afraid we'd end up getting something that closely resembles SOS."

Alan looked at his older brother, confused. "What's SOS?"

"Well it's also known as Sh..."

Virgil quickly clamped a hand over his seafaring brother's mouth. "Corned beef hash on toast," he said, glaring at Gordon. "SOS is a nickname for the food, and I'd better not hear you say it fully."

Gordon rolled his eyes but conceded.

Alan made a vow to himself to quietly ask his immediate older brother later - out of Virgil's earshot - what the acronym stood for.

The Lexington worker laughed. "Well, now that's settled, let's get started on your Live Aboard program. My name is Jacob Cobalt, and I'll be the ship leader during the next two days aboard the USS Lexington," he said. "Shortly I'll take you aboard so you can unpack in the berthing quarters. You'll be staying in the same area as the Boy Scouts, but have a berth to yourself."

The others nodded. They knew a couple of the workers were informed by the GDF about the need for the five to have their own quarters. Their berth would be slightly smaller than the larger groups, but they would be able to store their IR uniforms without the worry of prying eyes looking through lockers.

Jacob continued. "That said, you'll still have to follow the same rules of the Live Aboard, which means first, you must show proper decorum on this ship. It is a memorial to those who fought and died on it for freedom. Secondly, you have to obey whatever command I say…" he said, smirking before he then changed to a drill instructor tone. "So line up at attention! Backs straight and tuck in your shirt tails!"

The result was a slight comedy of errors when John tripped over a sleeping bag and crashed into Virgil, making both tumble to the ground. As they did they bumped into Gordon's shoulder, making him back into the anchor. Thankfully, all he did was sit on it.

"You have 10 seconds to get in line and shirt tails tucked and get in line," said the ship leader.

Everyone got in line and their tails tucked in by the count of 10 - except Scott.

Jacob clicked his tongue, disappointed. "You of all people - retired Air Force - can't get your shirt tucked in quickly?" he said, motioning Scott to come forward. "Well... I guess you get to give an example of what we do if someone's caught with their shirt untucked."

The other four Tracys laughed. "Oh boy, Flyboy got in trouble," said Gordon, teasing.

Scott gave a feral grin. "Don't think I won't be watching for my chance to get even..." said the eldest as he stood by Jacob.

"I think you'll have plenty of chances Scott…" said Jacob with a smile.

The aquanaut made a show of gulping, to everyone's amusement.

"OK...so what's the penalty?" Scott said, wincing. He hoped it wasn't clean the Head with a toothbrush.

"You have to do 15 pushups - the proper way," said the leader with a chortle.

Scott merely laughed and did as he was told - making sure the final five were single-handed to shush Gordon further.

One he did his 15 pushups, Scott returned to the line and Jacob continued. "OK, now we'll head up to the berthing area. Watch for low overhangs, your step on the ladders, and the lips of the doors so you don't trip over them."

John gave a subtle wince. "I thought I hated gravity before..." he muttered, praying he didn't go flying into a bulkhead not paying attention to the floor. He certainly didn't want to wind up ruining Scott's birthday suffering a concussion.

Virgil put a gentle hand on his brother's shoulder. "It's all right John - we'll make sure you don't fall - down or out," he said knowingly as they gathered their items and headed up the long ramp. They admired the exterior of the Blue Ghost, which included weaponry and lifeboat pods.

At the entrance, they received a blue wristband, showing they were part of the Live Aboard program and could stay past visitor hours before looking around the hangar deck. There was a machine that would simulate a flight simulation for guests while a real simulator lay on display nearby.

Other planes with mannequin workers getting it ready for takeoff, military memorabilia, and mockups for photos graced the area as well.

The Tracys however were heading toward a hatch leading to one of the Heads on the ship. “This way gentlemen,” said Jacob.

John leaned over the railing to look at the ladder of stairs and had a slight case of vertigo. "Oh brother, that's a way down," he muttered.

The youngest brother looked at his brother in sympathy. "You'll be OK John. I'll show you how to get down," said Alan as he started his climb down with his backpack. He faced away from the ladder, making his descent very slow.

When he reached the landing, he turned around, realizing he forgot his sleeping bag. "Um, guys, can you -" said Alan, only to be hit in the face with said item.

Looking up, he saw someone chortling. "Very funny Gordo," said Alan, only to be hit in the face again, this time with Gordon's pillow, then sleeping bag.

"Yeah - it is. You just took the worst way to get down these ladders," said Gordon as he turned around and faced the ladder on his descent. He would've slid down the rails as he did on occasion during his WASP stint, but the rungs were wrapped in rope to add grip safety. Gordon certainly wasn't going to let Alan tease him for rope burns.

Eventually, all five managed to make their way down without much incident. John went last just in case he slipped - and when he did three steps from the bottom, Scott and Virgil caught him. John gave a weak smile in thanks.

Jacob then descended and lead them to a doorway marked "Reserved for Live Aboard Only," and lowered the chain before opening the heavy door.

"OK, here's where you'll be staying the next couple of days. You'll use this head in the evenings after hours, and the showers are behind the wall there," he said, then gestured for them to come inside the quarters.

Inside there was a pool table, old fashioned arcade game that still worked nearly 80 years later, sofas and a ping-pong table. Military memorabilia from the wars the Lexington served in: badges, coats worn by sailors, flags, challenge coins, photos, adorned the walls along with mementos from past guests.

Seeing the youngest look over at the entertainment, the eldest sighed. "We're going to have to keep Alan from the video game, or he'll never go on tours," said Scott, knowing the youngest's fondness for antique games.

Alan rolled his eyes. "I can't play them - I don't have any coins," he said, looking at the game. "Besides - it's that old Donkey Kong game - I defeated it years ago."

The others just shook their head as they followed Jacob through a pair of doors. Turning left, they saw a kitchen area, clean but dark and clearly unused for decades.

Once they descended yet another set of ladders, they arrived at their berth. "Make yourselves at home. You can tour any of the paths until mess in the wardroom at 1800 hours," he said.

The Tracys nodded and entered the room, shivering at the abrupt coldness of the berths compared to the rest of the rooms earlier. It had pale olive green walls, tall, thin lockers for storing their items and bunk shelves complete with a thick foam mattress.

There were three levels to the bunks - beds near the ground, middle and near the top.

"Dibs on the top bunk," squeaked Alan as he quickly walked over to the nearest one.

"Hey - I get one," said Gordon.

Scott laughed. "There's enough for all of us to be on the top bunk if we want," he said, though he was going to stay on the middle bunk.

"Not me - I'm not going to fall out and get a concussion," said John, who wisely chose the lowest bunk, which lay about eight inches off the ground.

They chatted and laughed as they wandered around the quarters, choosing and making up their bunks before stuffing their lockers.

After a few minutes, Gordon and Alan walked around to look at where everyone selected to sleep.

Turning one corner, Alan sniggered at the sight in front of him while Gordon coughed to keep from laughing outright.

"Um, International Rescue, we have a situation," the aquanaut said, though his tone was not as serious as the comment would normally entail.

Still though, Scott went into smother hen mode and walked around to the bunks the youngest duo were at, while John followed, interested himself.

When they reached the others, Scott did all he could to keep a serious face himself.

He barely kept it.

"Um Virgil - what on earth possessed you to try and claim a top bunk yourself?" he asked.

The medic was stuck halfway in and out of the bunk, using his feet on the lower bunk to keep the metal edges from pressing into his gut.

In spite of Virgil's wishes and dreams to finally sleep on a top bunk, his large, muscular frame was just too broad to fit through the space between the safety bar, ladder and bed.

"Looks like Papa Bear forgot that those beds are too small for him," said Gordon, laughing.

"Very funny Squidface... can you guys give me a hand?" muttered Virgil.

The brothers laughed and helped assist Virgil down from the top bunk. The man then wisely chose to do the middleman choice and choose the middle bunk - still higher off the ground, but much more space as no bar was needed. He even double checked by effortlessly pulling himself into the bunk, silencing any further teases from Gordon.

Once they ensured everything was in place, and in the cases of the IR uniforms locked in the lockers, Scott turned and faced the others, smiling. "OK - let's take a journey through time... starting with the flight deck," said Scott.

"Of course - got to go see your girlfriends... FAB birthday boy," teased Virgil, and they headed up toward the hangar deck to go on the bridge/flight deck tour.

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To Be Continued …

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Veronica Jensen shot by Randy Lorentzen

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SNJ’s Writing Commissions Summer 2019

This is my first time doing this, let alone having a PayPal. I want to try opening up writing commissions not only to earn cash for myself and to help out my mom, but also to get some experience both career and writing-wise. Plus my mom always said that I should be paid for writing online. Since this is my first time, this might be a little similar to other writing commissions and things might change later on depending on how things go. Without further ado, here we go.

Pricing:

$1 per 100 words generally applies Drabbles- $5 for 500+ words below 1,000 One Shot Stories- $10 per 1000 words, $5 every 500 words Two Shots- Double the price for double the work (Ex. You paid me $20 for 2000 words, you have to pay me another $20 for the second part)

Examples:

- Archive Of Our Own - Writing Tumblr Tags One and Two - Ask me directly for specific examples

Contact:

- I would prefer contacting me directly through Discord if possible. If not, there are other alternatives. - I have accounts on:   - AO3   - FanFiction (PM)   - Tumblr (DM)   - DeviantArt (Notes)

Rules and Payment

- Here is the process: 1) You contact me with what you would like and we will both discuss it in detail such as the specifics, what type, the length, etc. 2) I will give you ONE sample paragraph and/or dialogue before we proceed so that we are both on the same page and that it's the type of story you are looking for. 3) You pay me via PayPal in any currency and upfront please! The email associated with my PayPal is SandLover18@gmail.com 4) I will begin immediately or as soon as I can depending on real life circumstances. 5) In order to provide my best work for you, I will take my time with my writing. I have a life outside of my computer and I am a full-time college student at the moment. There will be delays in my work, so please do not rush me. Generally, I will allow myself at least one month (or two depending on the commission) to write the commission. If there are any delays, I will contact you. 6) Once completed, I will post my commission in all four of my creative accounts unless you specify that I only do it in one. 

- Things to note: 1) I have the right to decline any commission if it's uncomfortable for me. Usually, I am an open person. However due to personal reasons, there are things I really cannot do. Please do not pressure me into doing something I do not wish to do. Other than that, please ask me if it's okay and we can discuss. 2) Please respect my time, limits, prices, and myself as a person. I value myself as a writer who wants to earn my craft. 3) As of right now until I could get this commissions to work for me, you would have to pay for the word range. This is going to be the first time I will do a story based on word count. Normally, I will let the story unfold itself, then when it is completed, I will count the words. However, I want to work on word limits. This is one of the reasons in advance that I was to discuss the commission in full detail in order to determine what type of work it is. For you, the customer, I will do my best to get to the word limit you request. For example, if you paid me $20 for a 2,000 word story, I will do my best to get within that range. I won't be a stickler if let's say I wrote 1,999 words or 2,015 and be like "You owe me 15 cents!" 4) If anything should arise, I will contact you. You can also check with me to learn of any progress, but please do not pester me. 5) Since this is my first time for commissions, I cannot do private ones yet. However, you have the option of posting the commission anonymously (ie. Permission to post it, but do not include your username). 6) No refunds for work. Another reason why I want to discuss what you want and what I can do in advance to payment. If there is anything important for the commission or if I have any questions regarding it, that is the chance that we could discuss your commission directly. Ultimately, I will start and finish the work I was asked to create. If there's anything wrong that I didn't catch once I post the commission, please let me know and I'll do my best to alter or rewrite the content.

Now for the fun part, What I have to offer!

Types of Stories:

- Canon: Canon characters from different franchises/fandoms. (If I'm not familiar/not too familiar with it, please provide information and I will decide whether I can do that fandom or not.) - OC content: Please provide plenty of information so I can write them as in character as possible. I will let you know if I don't have enough information or if the character doesn't fit for me - Improvised: This is usually for made up scenarios such as G/T and other items of the like. I (and possibly you as well) make up a character(s) for the provided scenario.

Some Fandoms I Can Write For:

Moana

Nightmare Before Christmas

Little Shop of Horrors

Starship

The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals

OK KO: Let's Be Heroes

Bendy And The Ink Machine

Naruto

Victor and Valentino

Gravity Falls

(Just ask for a fandom and I will let you know where I stand on it!)

Will Do/Won't Do (In General):

Will Do: - Fluff, angst, adventure, romance, horror, slice of life, any genre. Ask if unsure! - Anthros, Gijinkas, Ferals, Humans, Monsters, etc. - Crossovers (Please ask me and we will discuss if it's the right fit for me) - Dark topics and themes (Death, abuse, blood, gore, violence. Please ask first). - Giant/Tiny content - If you know me or if you are curious, please ask me for certain themes

Won't Do: - Rape - Incest - NSFW sexual content (I will allow flirting and hints, but nothing past that!) - Underage NSFW content

The list will be added on later. Ultimately, please just ask me and I will tell you if I can do it or not.

I will open three slots for now to get started. Depending on how things go, I might open up more slots:

1) 2) 3)

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