Now that s kind of queer for me, since I ve never landed at this particular airfield before. It s one thing to circle about, it s another to touch and go. Hours later we hugged and promised to get together again very soon, then he kissed my cheek. In my cockpit mirror I noticed lip-gloss and sparkling powder on my face. That s the difference between a commercial and a combat pilot.
Commercial pilots do what they re told and combat pilots do what they want.
Refueling my courage after performing a preflight of possible expectations, I launched for this highly covert mission. My heart hammered from the fear of being shot down. The threshold approach appeared clear of obstructions. In both militaristic groups as well as a lot of separatist communities, this is what s called sleeping with the enemy. The other day I was corresponding to Jerry at The Normal Heart.