One of the ‘classics’ –
A planned 4-ship with 4 SMS (Special Monitoring Students). The students were 2 Iranians, 2 US guys. The Flight Commander had a lot of faith in “L,” the other IP, and me. I lost my faith in “L” on takeoff, when he aborted leaving me with the remains. The thing I remember the most is a pitchout for a straight-ahead rejoin with the 2 SMS students smoking past me faster than the speed of smell! One on each side. Of course, once they got in front of me they both had to look back at me and inadvertently began a cross-over right in front of me. The Lord takes care of drunks and fools…