U.S. Air Force Pilot

The following is supposedly a true story. To be included, besides being true, the story is most likely strange, weird, surprising, or funny.
I have a friend who flew Lear Jets for the U.S. Air Force. He would occasionally be assigned to an air show where one of his tasks was answering questions about his plane. Someone would always point to the fuel tank and ask if it was a missile. His standard answer was, "I can neither confirm or deny the presence of nuclear weapons on this aircraft." 

Irish Pilots

(Setting the scene: Ballymun outside of Dublin has a reputation as a rough spot) Fifteen minutes into Aer Lingus Flight EL109 from Madrid to Dublin the Plane encounters a serious problem with the instrument landing systems. In a fit of panic, Paddy the pilot turns to his co-pilot and says. "Jazus Mick...We'll have to turn back...none of the equipment is working!." Mick says to Paddy, "No Problem...sure I can tell where we are by sticking my hand out the Window!' "OK!" says Paddy, "Where are we then?" Mick winds down the window and sticks his hand out and replies, "Well Paddy, I reckon were over the Bay of Biscay. The humidity seems to be gone out of the air. This is caused by the seawater. Just head North" "Brilliant!" replies Paddy, and precedes north bound. Fifteen minutes later Paddy asks, "Where are we now Mick?" Mick winds down the window and sticks his hand out and replies, "We're over the English Channel now. The air is much cooler here. Just head in a north easterly direction." Thirty minutes Later Paddy asks: " Where are we now Mick?" Mick winds down the window and sticks his hand out and replies, "Were over the Ballymun flats. Quick...bank left here and you should be on course for runway one. Paddy, responds and 5 minutes later the plane lands safely on runway one. Paddy turns to Mick and says, "That was brilliant, but, tell me, how did you know we were over the Ballymun Flats." "Well!" said Mick, "when I pulled my hand back in, my watch was gone!"

Pilot in Trouble

A young blonde pilot is taking her first flying lesson in a two-seater plane. Her instructor suffers a sudden heart attack and dies.
"May day! May day! Help me! Help me! My instructor pilot is dead and I don't know how to fly!"
She hears a voice over the radio saying, "This is Air Traffic control. We can hear you loud and clear. I'll talk you through this and get you back on the ground safely. I've had a lot of experiences with this kind of problem. Now just take a deep breath. Everything will be fine! Give me your height and position."
The blonde replies, "I'm 5'7 and in the front seat."
(After a long pause)
"Okay," says the the voice in the radio, "Now repeat after me.....Our Father Who art in heaven...."