About the AuthorAs they say:
You never lose your Navy callsign.I am originally from Jacksonville, Florida, and attended college at Valdosta State College in Georgia. Ever since I was twelve years old, I was blessed with the certainty that I was going to become a Navy pilot. My journey began at the training command in Pensacola, Florida.Flight school, including all the academic training, was a long process that took 26 months to complete. The most memorable day was 25 February 1980, when my girlfriend, Sharon, pinned on my Navy Wings of Gold.My first flight duty station was at Guant嫕amo Bay, Cuba, where I flew the TA-4F Skyhawk, which was my favorite aircraft. I was later assigned to VT-10, Training Squadron 10, back in Pensacola. Our mission there was to train Naval Flight Officers, or NFOs-the back seaters like "Goose" and "Slider."I spent the last ten years of my Navy career flying the McDonnell Douglas DC-9, which the Navy designated as the C-9. This was a reliable, 100-seat combination passenger/cargo aircraft that air crews affectionately nicknamed the Skytrain.
