Twilight: [figurative] a period or state of gradual decline. As a career military officer and history buff, I really enjoy reading books that take a close and detailed look at significant events in the history of war. The Twilight Warriors … Continue reading →
This came to me from Bill Schwoeble, a friend and fellow aviator. The account is abridged and edited slightly from the original source, Aviation Week & Space Technology: “Contrails.” I’m publishing it as a visitor story not because the author … Continue reading →
A personal account by a participant of the raid concludes: None of us had ever done this before! I said, “Williams first, Bourgeois second, Campbell third, Knobloch fourth, and I’ll follow you guys! Go fast, two seconds apart! Then count … Continue reading →
A personal account by a participant of the raid continues: Williams was in the back emptying the extra gas cans into the gas tank as fast as we had burned off enough fuel. He then punched holes in the tins … Continue reading →
A personal account by a participant of the raid continues: There was instant reaction from everyone in the room and food trays went crashing to the floor. I ran down to my room, jumping through the hatches along the way, … Continue reading →
A personal account by a participant of the raid continues: I set up quarters with two Navy pilots, putting my cot between their two bunks. They couldn’t get out of bed without stepping on me. It was just fairly cozy … Continue reading →
A personal account by a participant of the raid continues: Within a few days of returning to our base in Florida we were abruptly told to pack our things. After just three weeks of practice, we were on our way. … Continue reading →
A personal account by a participant of the raid continues: After we got settled in Columbus, my squadron commander called us all together. He told us that an awfully hazardous mission was being planned, and then he asked for volunteers. … Continue reading →
In the spring of 1978 I flew to Aspen, Colorado from Albuquerque, New Mexico in a small Cessna aircraft. The pilot was my fiancé Rudy’s friend Paul, who had made a fortune in the early ’70s Indian jewelry business, and … Continue reading →
Darrell Bryant, a friend and fellow writer, sent this to me. I cannot read it and shove it in an electronic folder to be forgotten, so I’m going to share it as a Visitor’s Story to honor the aviator who … Continue reading →
