Risk Management Magazine

We started our movement shortly after dark and all was uneventful for the first hour. My squad leader was training me on the “finer points” of driving while towing the tool van.

My plan was simple: I’d ride my motorcycle to my civilian friend’s house and we’d go out and celebrate my birthday from there. Not much of a plan, but it was a start.

As Army aviators, we are trained to a high standard and take great pride in that fact. But what happens when confidence in our abilities overrides what the aircraft is telling us?