Thanks, MLP. It was best to not dwell on being out there alone, 100 miles into Indian country and out of radio contact. But at least I wasn't on the ground with the mosquitoes, leeches, tigers, mines, booby traps, and all those bad guys. When we weren't actually dodging tracers, missions were more like lovely afternoon sightseeing trips.
We were very grateful to the smart people at Cessna and Continental, though. And doubly so to our maintenance guys. They're the ones who got us home.
