Last late summer I was with Fighter Pilot Dad out in the shop yard kibitzing black guns with a couple "civilians" when we all heard a funny jet (military aviation is rare) howl. We all turned and looked, Dad and I immediately turned back to each other and said "Aggressor" while the others just went "Huh." Dust blue camo F-5. First one I have ever seen in Montana, dunno why he was here. Still, kind of a neat little "together" moment -- Dadster ain't getting any younger but he still has eyes.
Up hills slow, Down hills fast Tonnage first and Safety last.
