RichDoyle
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In May, 1966 we were unexpectedly trotted off to the pistol range by our collective Army NCO's. For unknown reasons we didn't have earplugs as part of the uniform of the day, which was unusual. They shrugged off suggestions that we go back to the barracks to get 'em. As luck would have it, I was in that first 8-10 guys to stand up at the firing line and start firing those crappy old 1911 Colts. At the first volley my left ear started ringing and hasn't stopped since.
The years and heredity have caught up to both ears, but not in a terribly severe way. Now that we have far better radios in our aircraft than the junk we used to have AND are all wearing headsets of some type I have no problems hearing and understanding ATC. But noisy parties/bars, etc? Fuggedaboutit. Lip-reading is the order of the day.
The years and heredity have caught up to both ears, but not in a terribly severe way. Now that we have far better radios in our aircraft than the junk we used to have AND are all wearing headsets of some type I have no problems hearing and understanding ATC. But noisy parties/bars, etc? Fuggedaboutit. Lip-reading is the order of the day.
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