I walked from the house this morning, picked up the paper and looked up at the moon. It was still quite dark. I thought of a friend skiing last night, thoughts of snow and moonlight, my mind reached back to the mid-70s. We lived in Idaho, based at Mountain Home AFB. I was flying the F-111, … Continue reading Night Low Level
B-52B tail number 53-0382 I have an envelope framed and hanging on my office wall, it is addressed to my Grandmother, the return address is in Japan. In the lower left corner are the words ‘Navy Day 1945’, they are below a picture of my Dad’s ship, CL 65, the USS Pasadena, a Cleveland class … Continue reading Dad’s Day
It was a time to relax, a time when time did not matter. When he was honest, he reached beyond the peaceful monotony of the task and admitted it to himself. He really did it for her; he would do anything for her. Now he did it to forget. Montana’s cold usually kept him in … Continue reading The Woodpile
Small objects were getting big fast, the ground was too close, I needed a square turn, needed to defy the laws of physics. No aircraft could possibly respond to my demands. The abruptness of the impact jolted me awake. Familiar surroundings offered reassurance. I was alive. It was a dream. I thought of my mother, … Continue reading Hog Heaven
