My grandfather was a mathematician and an engineer. Sailing and celestial navigation were his passions after defense and rocketry. The pictures are of the circular slide rules he created for compass heading corrections and for use with sextants and the ilk. Two designs were produced and sold publicly. The others are prototypes he created for the US Navy. Grandpa’s first name was Lorant and he was a perfectionist. The US Navy was anxious to buy these from him but he stalled showing the prototypes until they were “just right”. The scientific calculator came out making the complex slide rules obsolete before a contract with the Navy could be signed. These just collect dust now except once in a blue moon when I find someone who might find them interesting. He retired from Lockheed just after the launch of the Hubble telescope.
Hopefully some of you find this interesting.
So how does training for pilots of the imperial navy go? Do they sign up for it or is it more like conscription?
I suspect pilots are almost all volunteers - the atmospheric air wings are pretty specialised, and the starfighter squadrons are downright high-tech pieces of equipment. Plus Navy pilots have a degree of prestige - they’re not just churned out, at least not quite anyway.
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