Flying the Line, an Air Force Pilot's Journey

Fini-Flight


Rolling the aircraft into the left turn, I marveled that with barely more effort than turning my car's steering wheel, I smoothly maneuvered half a million pounds of steel and aluminum gracefully through the air. I did so with reflexes honed over thirty-three years of flight for thousands of landings in half a dozen various aircraft.


My country had trained me well to serve its needs, but now those robust reflexes would become obsolete as soon as the wheels touched down on the run...