Tomorrow it’ll be nine years (9!) since MH370 took off and disappeared. It still hasn’t been found, although some evidence of a crash has washed on shore, most notably the flaperon found on Réunion back in 2015.
The Indian Ocean is large and very deep, and they don’t know where it went down. They had some ideas, and did quite a bit of searching, but it’s like searching for a needle in a haystack. They may find it someday, or never find it at all, which would be sad for the families.
Heck, they haven’t even identified the mystery nation that was such a threat that Tom Cruise and Val Kilmer to go train at TOPGUN and then shoot down their “MiG-28” fighters. That’s how big the Indian Ocean is!
I just recently heard some commentary, most likely on NPR because that’s where I usually hear things like that, about how there’s something of a trend of movie titles that just literally state what the movie is about. A few decades ago a horror movie might have a name like “Mortal Terror” or something evocative like that. Now it’s just “Cocaine Bear”. [/hijack]
Was March, 2014 a slow news month? I remember endless CNN “breaking news” segments that all boiled down to “We don’t actually know anything, but here’s a new theory!”
To say nothing of The Fortunes and Misfortunes of the Famous Moll Flanders, &c. Who Was Born in Newgate, and During a Life of Continu’d Variety for Threescore Years, Besides her Childhood, was Twelve Year a Whore, Five Times a Wife (Whereof Once to her Own Brother), Twelve Year a Thief, Eight Year a Transported Felon in Virginia, at Last Grew Rich, Liv’d Honest, and Died a Penitent. Written from Her Own Memorandums.
Literally nobody in the film says “Soviets” or “Russians”, the insignia on the fictional “MiG-28” aggressor aircraft (Actually the Northrop F-5E) is sort of vaguely Communist without matching Soviet, Chinese, or any other potential aviation power (actually just the insignia then used by the actual TOPGUN school for their unnamed ‘Red Team’ opponent), and the Russians certainly weren’t operating in the Indian Ocean theater in the 1980s or…well, ever. I suppose it could be India, which did actually operate (real) MiG-21, MiG-23, and (I think) MiG-27 aircraft at that time, although what beef India would have had that would justify going to war with the United States remains unexplained, and one would think that the USN 5th Fleet could have made short work of Indian opposition without hotseating ‘Maverick’ and ‘Iceman’ out there fresh from TOPGUN training.
In the video that YouTube channel “Legal Eagle” did with an actual JAG officer, we simultaneously concluded that the unnamed aggressor was actually Sri Lanka, and I hypothesized this occurred during some secret war in the midst of the Sri Lankan Civil War where the Tamil Tigers took control of the SLAF, purchased unlicensed clones of the F-5E built by Mikoyan-Gurevich and French Exocets, but…well, you know. Of course, this entire film occurs in an alternate reality where sexy astrophysicists teach naval air combat tactics, flight controllers live in perpetual stress of hearing aircraft fly past their tower and spilling coffee on themselves, a US Naval aviator can commit numerous violations of flint regulations and the UCMJ and be rewarded by being sent to TOPGUN where he wins a non-existent competition, and it is somehow physically possible to fly a “four gee inverted dive” in level flight, so this movie makes even less sense than those Brosnan-era Bond films with terrible CGI and villains who nobody can locate even though the SIS can track the progression of a bullet lodged in his brain which “will kill him but he’ll grow stronger every day until the day he dies.”
If it was, it didn’t need to be. The Russian invasion of Crimea was in full swing, the Syrian Civil War was (still) raging, and the War in Iraq was just entering a new, ever more terrifying phase of ISIS kicking the Iraqi military’s ass on a daily basis. Those are the news events I remember from around that time.
Is that anything like Regretting What I Said to You When You Called Me 11:00 On a Friday Morning to Tell Me that at 1:00 Friday Afternoon You’re Gonna Leave Your Office, Go Downstairs Hail a Cab to Go Out to the Airport to Catch a Plane to Go Skiing In the Alps for Two Weeks, Not that I Wanted to Go With You, I Wasn’t Able to Leave Town, I’m Not a Very Good Skier, I Couldn’t Expect You to Pay My Way, But After Going Out With You for Three Years I Don’t Like Surprises!!