Clipped Wings...

It has been three years since my last medical review for my flying license. This time round I was referred to the Republic of Singapore Air Force (RSAF)aeromedical centre for my review. And the doctor probably overzealous in preserving only the best pilots for the Air Force, decided to suspend my licence till I got a proper report from my doctor concerning my condition.

I was shattered, utterly shattered when I got the news. This is the second time in my life when my wings got plucked away from me. Even though, I have not flown for a number of years due to financial reasons. The wings remain an important part of my identify. It also reminded me of my dreams.

Just a mere week ago, I was declared medically fit by the army to serve in counter terrorist ops. If the army can deem me fit enough to handle a SAR 21 with live rounds and assess correct threats. Then why can't the air force allow me to fly a civilian Cessna.

I walked out of the medical centre, stumbled to the car and drove to the nearby air force museum. I walked into the hangar and walked to the venerable A4 Skyhawk parked there. Tears welling up in my eyes, I stared up at the cockpit. Trying to figure out what to do next. Messages of encouragement was coming from wifey and a few buddies on the mobile. Still I remain stunned and shocked.

I walk around the A4, giving it a preflight check just as I once did with 9V-BOQ. Rocking the ailerons and elevators, checking the pitot and linkages. I wished to relive my flying days.

A fight, it would be. I shall return.


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