Except for an F-100 you will ride in nothing with wheels. One more screw-up lieutenant, just one and . . . . It was a shaken young man who left the commandant's office. He stepped outside, looked up at the bright Nevada sky, and wondered how his career could have taken such a perilous turn in such a short time. By the end of that day everyone in the FWS knew of his misadventure and was laughing about how he threw up at the police station.
Competition is brutal.
His fellow students would offer no help and instructors would go out of their way to see that he busted out. There was little chance that he would wear the patch, much less that he would be invited back and wear the black and gold checkerboard scarf. Catton stumbled down the street, cursing the hot sun and cursing every beer he had drunk the night before. That took a while. He entered the academic building and knocked on Boyd's door.