Come – Take a walk with me! Travel down a 100 year long memory lane. Experience the sheer exultation of my most improbable dreams being fulfilled beyond my wildest expectations.
Rising from a poorly rated 1956 high school student, I become a 17 year old USAF enlisted man. With time, work, and the grace of God, I became a USAF pilot. I eventually achieved the coveted aviation pinnacle of becoming a cold war and Vietnam War fighter pilot.
This memoir covers my entire life. It also includes selected stories taken from my 426 Vietnam combat missions and my grandfather’s and father’s life. Through the 645 stories in this book, relive history as few today know it.
Let your easy chair, recliner, or rocking chair, become your ejection seat in the complex supersonic office of the fighter pilot. Your ability to enjoy the experience is limited only by your imagination.
Live the experiences of when 1/1000 of a second could mean the difference between life and death. Fly night low level combat at speeds of 600 mph at 100 feet or less. Watch red tracer bullets fly past your aircraft.
As a Forward Air Controller in an 100 mph 0-1 Bird Dog, hear and feel the shockwaves of countless passing supersonic bullets; all aimed at you. In VN, feel the crushing concussion of urgently requested bombs exploding way too closely to your brothers, husbands, and fathers.
Sit on top of a thermonuclear weapon and learn of what you are really made, and believe. Experience riding an explosive initiated and rocket boosted ejection seat into the unknown.
Grow old and experience the real cost of war and political indifference.
Teasers:
“I knew I was just above the exploding F-100 fireball, but prior to me passing, should the 500# bombs or a canister of CBU explode, I would be blown out of the sky.”
“Would the wingtip drag the rapidly approaching rock hard West Texas dirt or would both of those little J-85’s go into afterburner and give us that thrust to weight ratio advantage we so desperately needed? The white rocket was in a desperate tug of war between the force of gravity and the limits of man’s technology. Only God now knew the pending outcome.”
“As Evie hit the store parking spot and stepped out of the van, cops hit the parking lot and robbers, who had just hit the big box store, exited the building and opened fire. The cops fired back. Now, Evie had mayhem of her own. She was practically in the crossfire.”
Rising from a poorly rated 1956 high school student, I become a 17 year old USAF enlisted man. With time, work, and the grace of God, I became a USAF pilot. I eventually achieved the coveted aviation pinnacle of becoming a cold war and Vietnam War fighter pilot.
This memoir covers my entire life. It also includes selected stories taken from my 426 Vietnam combat missions and my grandfather’s and father’s life. Through the 645 stories in this book, relive history as few today know it.
Let your easy chair, recliner, or rocking chair, become your ejection seat in the complex supersonic office of the fighter pilot. Your ability to enjoy the experience is limited only by your imagination.
Live the experiences of when 1/1000 of a second could mean the difference between life and death. Fly night low level combat at speeds of 600 mph at 100 feet or less. Watch red tracer bullets fly past your aircraft.
As a Forward Air Controller in an 100 mph 0-1 Bird Dog, hear and feel the shockwaves of countless passing supersonic bullets; all aimed at you. In VN, feel the crushing concussion of urgently requested bombs exploding way too closely to your brothers, husbands, and fathers.
Sit on top of a thermonuclear weapon and learn of what you are really made, and believe. Experience riding an explosive initiated and rocket boosted ejection seat into the unknown.
Grow old and experience the real cost of war and political indifference.
Teasers:
“I knew I was just above the exploding F-100 fireball, but prior to me passing, should the 500# bombs or a canister of CBU explode, I would be blown out of the sky.”
“Would the wingtip drag the rapidly approaching rock hard West Texas dirt or would both of those little J-85’s go into afterburner and give us that thrust to weight ratio advantage we so desperately needed? The white rocket was in a desperate tug of war between the force of gravity and the limits of man’s technology. Only God now knew the pending outcome.”
“As Evie hit the store parking spot and stepped out of the van, cops hit the parking lot and robbers, who had just hit the big box store, exited the building and opened fire. The cops fired back. Now, Evie had mayhem of her own. She was practically in the crossfire.”
