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Takeoff Smooth
Canopy open, we taxied down the runway to the waiting weapons crew, who loaded the practice bombs on the wings of each plane.
Receiving clearance, Capt. Gerrish closed the canopy, and we began rolling down the runway. Anticipating a fast takeoff, I braced for a jolt that never came. The plane rose easily into the broken clouds.
Once outside of the populated area, we dropped to GOO feet, following a low-level path over the nearly flat Tidewater farmland. Roaring along in formation at about 426 kts., highways and houses unrolled below us like a dull tapestry.
The Attack
The flight so far had been as smooth as a commercial jetliner, but when Capt Gerrish made an unexpected turn to port, I called up front to see what happened. The big jet was beginning to exert its immense power and maneuverability.
Proceeding south through light fog, we reached Palmetto. Following safety regulations, our formation went in for a look at the target area before making our bombing run. Seeing the area was clear, we prepared to go in. ,
The first attack dive initiated me to the unsettling effects of high-performance aerobatics. My G-suit inflated, forcing blood from my lower extremities back up to my chest; feeling short of breath, I set the oxy
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