Mongoose Part III

Mongoose and I breakfasted at the college cafeteria, which was full of pilots and airshow attendees, then caught the shuttle to the field. I had an hour to kill before the briefing so I called some old buddies who I knew were there. Five guys from my pilot training class at Vance AFB (Class 73-06) were there somewhere among the growing crowd of tens of thousands of people.

Mongoose, Part II

Note: It’s been too long since I wrote the first of this “Mongoose” series. My dad is very sick and the desire to write is throttled back these days. But here’s the second installment.