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In the sequel to The Flight of the Intruder, ace Navy pilot Jake Grafton faces a tough new challenge as a peacetime warrior in 1973 when he is assigned the task of teaching a group of inexperienced Marine pilots the art of carrier aviation. 250,000 first printing.
a better perspective.” The Marine bent slightly at the waist and addressed his next comment to the deck: “Thank you, thank you, Jules Le Beau, rotting down there in hell.” Back to his locker and flight gear—“Lots of the bros ain’t as lucky as I am—they can’t tell trees from manure piles, and—” “Oh, for Christ’s sake, Flap,” someone in the next row said. “Turn off the tap, will ya?” “Yeoww,” Flap howled, “I feel great! Gonna get out there and fly with a Navy ace and see how it’s done by the
on Jake’s face, he exclaimed, “Jesus H. Christ! The stock market.” “I never knew anybody who owned stock.” “Oh, for the love of…” McCoy stretched out and sighed. “Well, how much money did you make, anyway?” “You’re going to tell every greasy asshole on this ship, Grafton. It’s written all over your simple face.” “No, I won’t. Honest. How much?” McCoy regarded his new roommate dolefully. Finally he said, “Well, I managed to save about sixteen thousand in the last five years, and I’ve
small pyrotechnic cartridge in the nose that would produce a puff of smoke when the bomb struck, allowing the hit to be spotted. Each A-6 carried a dozen of these things on their bomb racks. The planned drill was for the pilot of each plane to drop the first half-dozen manually, using the visual bomb sight à la World War II, then the second six using the aircraft’s electronic system. Jake carefully set the optical sight to the proper mil setting for a forty-degree dive with a six-thousand-foot
elected to send the crippled plane to Japan. McCoy got back to the business of waving airplanes. He had the Vigilante on the ball, with an A-6 and EA-6B behind him, then the E-2 Hawkeye and KA-6 tanker to follow. This time the Vigie pilot drifted right of centerline and corrected back toward the left. He leveled his wings momentarily, so McCoy let him keep coming. Then, passing in close, the left wing dropped. The Vigilante slewed toward the LSOs’ platform as McCoy screamed “Wave-off’ and dived
up. He was carrying something. As Jake got nearer he saw that Flap had a submachine gun in his right hand and his golf club in his left. The shaft of the club was bent at about a sixty degree angle six inches or so up from the head. He pulled the cart alongside Flap and stopped. “Is that a Thompson?” “Yeah. There were two guys. One had a machete and one had this.” Flap tossed the bent club in the bin in back of the cart. “Is it loaded?” Flap eased the bolt back until he saw brass, then