More ATC-type japes
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lprovenAnother favourite, alas, purely fictional:
ACTUAL transcript of a US naval ship with Canadian authorities off the coast of Newfoundland in October, 1995. This radio conversation was released by the Chief of Naval Operations on 10-10-95.
Americans: "Please divert your course 15 degrees to the North to avoid a collision."
Canadians: "Recommend you divert YOUR course 15 degrees to the South to avoid a collision."
Americans: "This is the captain of a US Navy ship. I say again, divert YOUR course."
Canadians: "No, I say again, you divert YOUR course."
Americans: "THIS IS THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER USS ABRAHAM LINCOLN, THE SECOND LARGEST SHIP IN THE UNITED STATES' ATLANTIC FLEET. WE ARE ACCOMPANIED BY THREE DESTROYERS, THREE CRUISERS AND NUMEROUS SUPPORT VESSELS. I DEMAND THAT YOU CHANGE YOUR COURSE 15 DEGREES NORTH. THAT'S ONE-FIVE DEGREES NORTH, OR COUNTER MEASURES WILL BE UNDERTAKEN TO ENSURE THE SAFETY OF THIS SHIP."
Canadians: "This is a lighthouse. Your call."
A favourite of mine is one I've been unable to find via Google, which is most vexing. The story goes that it's ATC centre down near Southampton, noticing that a military jet at low level is just about to cross the English coast heading out to sea, when there is busy civilian traffic over France at the time. The controller asks the pilot if he could make flight level 360 (36,000 feet) by the coast, and to please read out his altitude in thousands of feet.
"Certainly," responds the pilot.
At which point, the blip on the ATC radar screen stops moving, and the Lightning pilot says, very rapidly, "onethousandtwothousandthreethousandfourthousandfivethousandsixthousandseventhousand..."
"Er, actually," says the controller, "I meant the French coast..."
And with that, I'm off to the Great British Beer Festival. TTFN.
ACTUAL transcript of a US naval ship with Canadian authorities off the coast of Newfoundland in October, 1995. This radio conversation was released by the Chief of Naval Operations on 10-10-95.
Americans: "Please divert your course 15 degrees to the North to avoid a collision."
Canadians: "Recommend you divert YOUR course 15 degrees to the South to avoid a collision."
Americans: "This is the captain of a US Navy ship. I say again, divert YOUR course."
Canadians: "No, I say again, you divert YOUR course."
Americans: "THIS IS THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER USS ABRAHAM LINCOLN, THE SECOND LARGEST SHIP IN THE UNITED STATES' ATLANTIC FLEET. WE ARE ACCOMPANIED BY THREE DESTROYERS, THREE CRUISERS AND NUMEROUS SUPPORT VESSELS. I DEMAND THAT YOU CHANGE YOUR COURSE 15 DEGREES NORTH. THAT'S ONE-FIVE DEGREES NORTH, OR COUNTER MEASURES WILL BE UNDERTAKEN TO ENSURE THE SAFETY OF THIS SHIP."
Canadians: "This is a lighthouse. Your call."
A favourite of mine is one I've been unable to find via Google, which is most vexing. The story goes that it's ATC centre down near Southampton, noticing that a military jet at low level is just about to cross the English coast heading out to sea, when there is busy civilian traffic over France at the time. The controller asks the pilot if he could make flight level 360 (36,000 feet) by the coast, and to please read out his altitude in thousands of feet.
"Certainly," responds the pilot.
At which point, the blip on the ATC radar screen stops moving, and the Lightning pilot says, very rapidly, "onethousandtwothousandthreethousandfourthousandfivethousandsixthousandseventhousand..."
"Er, actually," says the controller, "I meant the French coast..."
And with that, I'm off to the Great British Beer Festival. TTFN.
