The Deadlands
Kaeria did not like to be saddled. She preferred bareback flying. The saddle meant there was a mission, and missions were a bore for her. Private Jaekzon may have been…
You Don’t Dogfight
You don’t dogfight with an Avenger. I can remember Flight Instructor Willingham drilling that phrase into us. It was his mantra. If there was one thing he wanted us to take away from his class, it was that.
Red Lines
To serve in a squadron is to live an entire life in miniature. You join like a child, with all life open and waiting for you. You start out, and learn, and grow weary, until the hourglass of youth is running dry – like a fuel tank on the red line.
War Dove
A half dozen beige and brown aircraft stood inanimate in the Valkyrie depot at the edge of the airfield, steam drifted off the idling dual Vector-Turbojet engines. Mechanics and ground…