I came across this picture the other day, ‘surfing the net.’ A ‘gaggle” of F-105s about to begin the day…
Looks like the picture may have come from a cover of Life magazine. At any rate, when I saw this I just sat here in reflection…
More than any other aircraft I wanted to fly the F-105, the “Thud.” Wasn’t able to, but I sure wanted to.
As I look at this picture I sometimes feel a chill. It’s like knowing I should have been there, but for one reason or another, I wasn’t – and I feel “empty” with it.
Flying C-141s, I hauled cargo in and out of Vietnam during the war. But my heart was always in the Thud. Yeah, in I suppose I “did my part,” but you’ll never convince me I ever “did enough.”
Another of my ‘demons’ I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to let go of…
