While I understand the benefits of traditions such as pouring ketchup and mustard on newcomers, dunking them in a barrel of water, throwing them into the water after their first solo flight, and other inventive ways to increase the physical and mental resilience of pilots did not appeal to me very much, although I understand their benefits and I am glad that in a time of various lawsuits for truthful criticism and pats on the back, there are still a few islands of normality where one can demonstrate bravery and a sense of humor, Various ceremonies such as opening and closing the sky, hangar parties, aviation witches, Christmas, New Year's Eve, and precision landing competitions. bombing targets with shoes, in the best flown circuit, acrobatic and overflight competitions, combined with evening gatherings with aviation stories and songs, I always enjoyed myself and my violin was never missing.
It starts with the usual campfire and air force songs, but as the hours pass and the hard liquor takes effect, the repertoire becomes rougher and rougher, and after the most vulgar masterpieces that even paving workers wouldn't sing, it's time for Bach, Mozart, Brahms, Mendelssohn...
The god of gliders Termoska is one of the most likable gods I have ever met, and I will never forget to ask him for a good updraft and lots of cumulus clouds when circling.