Afterburners cried overhead as the aces circled. Anti-aircraft fire made it seem like day, but as the planes circled, dipped, and dived; they still remained airborne. From that moment on, I knew what it was like being a fighter pilot.
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“Then it’s a done deal, son,” the recruiting officer said. I signed the papers and smiled.
“When do I report to training camp?” I inquired.
“You have two options: you can pack up your stuff real quick and go next weekend. That course lasts until January. Or you can go two months from now. That course lasts ‘til March.”
“Well, seeing as I can’t wait to hit the skies, I’ll see you there next weekend.”
The officer looked up from his papers and smiled, replying, “We need more of your type, son. I’ll be glad to see you at camp.”