Years ago at the Wilkes-Barre airshow, 2 P-51s, one in D-day stripes, flew with an F-15. Those boys were tucked in so tight on that jet, it looked like junior Thunderbirds. As they neared the end of the flight line on the last pass, those Merlins roared at WOT and, as each wing tipped up to peel away, the 15 lit the burners and bailed out and up at about a 70 degree angle. And the crowd went wild.
