An old pilot regains his desire to fly, so he acquires all of the needed certifications to fly for a popular airline.
Sitting down as a first officer, waiting for the lead pilot, a younger flight officer takes a seat at a small table behind the old aviator.
The old man asks "Who are you" to which he responds "Sir, I'm your navigator."
The old pilot, disgruntled, reaches into his bag and pulls out an old military issue revolver. The navigator asks, "What's that for?
The old pilot says "Son, I've flown some 5,000 hours, having completed 400 combat sorties in an F4 phantom over the skies of Vietnam.
In all that time, I've never needed a navigator, and I've not once been lost. You get us lost, kid, I'll shoot you dead where you sit."
The navigator, not to be a push over, reached into his bag to pull out a small pistol and set it loudly on his table.
The old pilot asked "Now, what do you think you're gonna do with that?"
To which the nav said "Well sir, I'm the navigator, I'll know when we're lost, long before you do."
