Okay I’m not going to lie. My stomach was not cut out for the F-15...but I was not opposed to hanging out with F-15 pilots during my stay in the luxurious tent city outside Al’s Garage. The load master on my C130 crew begged me to get him on the F-15 flight schedule, and I did, but with a small catch. Those fast flying guys said I had to go first. I was subjected to negative Gs, positive Gs, the boa constricting of the G suit, blood rush up, blood rush down, grunting to breath, passing out and of course, losing my lunch.
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