Sled Driver

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In the run-up area, a <strong>Sled</strong> waits for ta keoff. On takeoff roll, the <strong>Sled</strong> roared in full afterburner like no other.
same, nor were they as rugged. The SR-71 stood before me as something out of the past. It had all the defiance and pride of the older jets, the kind that had made a 10-year-old boy in 1958 want to fly. As this sound penetrated my ears, I again felt that same desire. I worried little now about space suit discomfort or what affect this assignment would have on my career or my personal life. The Blackbird was talking to me and I was listening. I stood halfway down the runway to watch the takeoff. The pilot lit the afterburners and I heard two distinct booms that sounded like cannons in the distance. As the jet passed me, the thunderous, piercing sound ofthe engines at maximum power was not so much heard as it was felt. The sound vibrated my body and reached in and grabbed my soul. It had me. Here was a jet built long ago, still flying the same mission for which it had been designed. It could go places other airplanes couldn't, and bring back intelligence information vital to our nation. It was playing for keeps and still winning. I wanted to be a part of it. INTERVIEW SIM Day four of the interview had been the most inspiring, but day three had been the most challenging. It consisted of a familiarization and evaluation in the SR-71 simulator (sim). A one hour briefing preceded the simulator session. An SR-71 instructor pilot {IP) reviewed a wealth of information about the switches, levers, and gauges in the cockpit. As I gazed intently at the cockpit drawings and tried to absorb my instructor's words, I found myself filled with wonder at glimpsing at the inside of an aircraft that had been so secret for so long. Armed with my sparse knowledge of cockpit switchology, I climbed into the SR-71 simulator. The IP was going to evaluate my flying skills, or so I thought. He was actually going to test my stress capacity. Even with the previous hour's instruction, I felt unprepared to properly fly this sim, but I wasn't going to let him know that. Everyone wanted to look good, and fighter pilots would rather die than look bad. I was about to die. With a death grip on the stick and eyes scanning frantically across a hostile instrument panel, I devoted half my strength to appearing unflustered and in control. The I P baited me with easy maneuvers and I gained an artificial sense of confidence. He told me I was doing well and asked if I would like to try Mach 3 speed. Already overloaded, I uttered a weak response and hoped it sounded positive. Again the instructor gave me an easy scenario and I found it a bit surreal to see the
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Page 12 and 13: Introduction In 1966, I was still i
Page 14 and 15: The cockpit was my office. It was a
Page 16 and 17: CHAPTER I First Meeting When I was
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Page 26 and 27: A crew is formed: Brian and Walter,
Page 28 and 29: There was much to learn, and the bo
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Passing by Mount Lassen the rigors
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She was an armful in the landing pa
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Sled taxis in after flight. Open dr
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f"' Once training was completed, th
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The HABU patch was a prized collect
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The guys that kept us flying. Long
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Every landing required a chute, and
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Beale tanker displays nose art refl
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Climbing out on a foggy day in Engl
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After hours in a clear blue sky, co
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helmet, overshooting my mouth and p
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THE UNPREDICTABLE One night near th
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Ferrying the Jet from Beale AFB to
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Most of our sorties from Okinawa to
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A barren hostile Iandi with no sign
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A self portrait, helmet visor refle
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path through the evening sky. The c
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T-38, the sports car of Beale. Auth
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CHAPTER VI On Display I was fortuna
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I really enjoyed talking to these y
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Flying the SR in front of thousands
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folks on the ground as we thundered
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A flurry of excitement greeted us o
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he could take his people in the wea
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the program couldn't last forever.
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hoping somehow to keep her alive, b
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Photography Notes All the photograp
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Like the Jet my cameras had to be r
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make if only there was more light.
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