Many times, both here and abroad, I watched from my flight line front row seat as they punched holes in the ink black night sky.
The sight, sound and smell never leaves you.
Once the smell of cooked JP-4 gets in your blood . . .
Many times, both here and abroad, I watched from my flight line front row seat as they punched holes in the ink black night sky.
The sight, sound and smell never leaves you.