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evaluate, and this is another reason for American air supremacy.<br />
For a FWIC student, the ME phase is a rite of passage. However, I knew two<br />
pilots who washed out in this final part of the course. If you do survive, your<br />
immediate reaction is disbelief. At least it was in my case. That, and the weaklimbed<br />
numbness that comes from profound relief. I’d been through every other<br />
formal course and training possible for a fighter pilot—and had seen action in the<br />
Gulf War. Fighter Weapons School was by far the most difficult.<br />
After my final flight, I drove back to the Visiting Officer’s Quarters and sat<br />
outside on the Wailing Bench. Normally, you only sat on this thing when you<br />
busted (failed) a flight. You’d carve your call sign and the mission number into the<br />
bench and wait for your buddies to pass you a shot of scotch by way of solace.<br />
Needless to say, there were hundreds of names and dates, because everyone busts<br />
rides. So I sat there, let the sweat dry, and the realization sink in that I was almost a<br />
Patchwearer. There was one final, very closely held initiation that would take place<br />
during Patch Night. After this, graduates received the gray-and-black patch they’d<br />
proudly wear for the rest of their careers. The idea was now to go back to a fighter<br />
squadron with the latest techniques and tactics and pass it along to everyone else.<br />
I’d known for months that my combat experiences in the Gulf were at odds with<br />
some of the tactics being taught at Nellis. But remember the environment. FWIC<br />
instructors fight other elite American pilots, so their tactics tend to reflect that level<br />
of threat—and not necessarily those posed by poorly trained Russian, Chinese, or<br />
Middle Eastern aviators. Besides, if you can defeat the Nellis “threat,” you can<br />
beat anything in the world. One curious result I’ve noticed is that we often falsely<br />
equate the threat’s capability with our own standards. We give them too much<br />
credit and occasionally derive some flawed tactics from this outlook. I was<br />
determined not to do this. I wanted to combine all my previous experience with the<br />
magic I’d just been taught—a perfect marriage of real-world lessons with the most<br />
lethal fighter training in the world. In retrospect, it was a nice thought.<br />
Fighter Weapons School was a tremendous, life-altering experience and you<br />
truly do emerge as someone else. Anyone who has survived to be part of an elite<br />
group knows this feeling. No matter what unmanned space-based crap they’re<br />
gluing to the Nellis main gate these days, that place will always be “The Home of<br />
Fighter <strong>Pilot</strong>” to me and those like me. I’m sure that’ll piss off the politically<br />
correct ground-pounders, but really, who cares