Thanks for those, Flem. Thuds and Phantoms....I still have it for the Darts. My last look (and feel) at the Phantom was up at Anchorage in the early 1980s, I was working on the railroad and had a house on the point north of the railroad above the docks. Great, epic views of Mount Spurr, McKinley and the Inlet. One evening, there was some kind of cycle blitz at the base. The sky was literally filled with Phantoms roaring off into the sunset, with the burners glowing along with the sun. Being a military kid and not realizing the passage of time, I enjoyed it, took eye movies, but didn't bother getting out the Nikon and the big glass. The best pass was a four-ship, the very last. I presume they took off as pairs and then joined up for a fly-by, but it was a perfect finger four with zero separation, with all eight burning. As they began their turn to the north, they crossed the sun line right on the shoulder of Mount Spurr. What a goodbye.
Up hills slow, Down hills fast Tonnage first and Safety last.
