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WARDOG, and DERBY. I jotted it all down on my kneeboard by flight, fuel, and<br />
position. The flight low on fuel would be the lowest in the stack and first in to land<br />
after my two-ship. I planned to drop off my wingman on short final and low<br />
approach to come back around for any stragglers.<br />
“MONTY flight, you are now ROMAN Three and Four . . . HEIST is Five and<br />
Six. WARDOG you are ROMAN Seven and Eight and DERBY you’re Nine and<br />
Ten. Acknowledge.”<br />
They all checked in with their new call signs. It was easier to keep things<br />
straight this way, and established one flight lead—me.<br />
“ROMAN Three flight proceed to Customs House and hold at 21,000. ROMAN<br />
Five hold at 22,000, ROMAN Seven at 23K, and ROMAN Nine at 24,000. All<br />
ROMANS depart your current positions at assigned altitudes, standard east-west<br />
holding pattern at 250 knots.”<br />
They all acknowledged. Holding in line with the wind would simplify things, and<br />
all the flights now had different altitude, so they wouldn’t be a conflict to each<br />
other. I’d also stacked them up from the bottom, low flight with the lowest fuel, in<br />
the order they’d descend to the base. This way, they’d just peel off like layers from<br />
an onion and not fly through each other’s altitude blocks.<br />
“ROMAN Two you’re cleared to hold at 20K . . . One is dropping down to get<br />
the mark point for our approach. All ROMANs stand by.”<br />
THE IMMEDIATE PROBLEM WAS TO DESCEND THROUGH THIS shit and get an accurate<br />
mark without killing myself. I pulled the power, popped open the speed brakes, and<br />
slid down into the dark brown mess below me. Holding 250 knots, I dimmed the<br />
lights and started a gentle right turn. With the steerpoint for Ali al-Salem set in the<br />
HUD, I planned to align myself to the runway ten miles out and fly in to take the<br />
mark.<br />
The jet began to buffet when I passed 10,000 feet, as the winds near the surface<br />
increased and shifted. Eyeballing my displays, I played the stick, throttle, and speed<br />
brakes to roll out on a ten-mile final at 3,000 feet. Instrument approaches “stepped<br />
down” an aircraft in altitudes based on terrain and obstructions like towers. There<br />
was also a Minimum Safe Altitude (MSA) that would keep you clear of all dangers<br />
within twenty-five miles of the field. Since Ali had no approach, I was using the<br />
3,000-foot MSA for Kuwait International. Hope it worked. I switched the UHF<br />
radio to Ali Tower and turned up the cockpit heat. Slowing to 200 knots, I lowered<br />
the gear handle.