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There. I’d just created an instrument approach. Several key points had to be<br />
spelled out so everyone would do it the same way and not overrun the jet in front<br />
of him. Air-to-air radars made it nice, but I’d still seen it chowdered up in the past.<br />
This way, everyone would leave Customs House at identical airspeed and head to<br />
the same location. At the next point, called the final-approach fix, everyone would<br />
slow to another set airspeed, and put the gear down. Then they’d fly the approach<br />
course to the left runway until the vertical steering, called a glide slope, indicated a<br />
descent.<br />
“Slow to final approach speed at three miles and call full stop with Ali Tower.<br />
All ROMANS acknowledge.”<br />
And they did. All nine of them, with no questions. It was good to fly with fighter<br />
pilots.<br />
“Ali Tower copies all.” Ah. A sharp controller.<br />
I glanced at my HUD and it showed eleven miles to Customs House. “Ali Tower<br />
ROMAN 75, flight of ten, will commence the approach in three minutes. We’ll<br />
need a follow-me truck in EOR and confirm transient alert has been notified.”<br />
“ROMAN . . . affirmative on all.”<br />
I crossed Customs House heading east at 250 knots. Fanning the boards, I<br />
dropped the nose ten degrees and said, “ROMAN One flight, pushing. 5.1.”<br />
“Pushing” meant I was outbound from the briefed point, and the low man on<br />
fuel in my flight had 5,100 pounds of gas. Somewhere behind and above me, the<br />
next flight of two should be lining up to “push” in two minutes. “ROMANS . . .<br />
check course three-zero-zero set . . . altimeter two-nine-nine-one.”<br />
Three hundred degrees was the final approach course to the runway and 2991<br />
was the latest altimeter setting. Everything was done, except for the flying, so I<br />
shut up and flew. Sliding back down in the thick dust, I shook my head and stifled a<br />
yawn. Despite the heat blowing in my face, I was still cold and I had a headache.<br />
Later, I told myself. I could yawn after landing.<br />
“ROMAN Three flight—pushing.”<br />
I looked at the time, and it was exactly two minutes after I’d called. I didn’t<br />
know any of these pilots but we all spoke the same language and had the same<br />
basic skills. Otherwise, this wouldn’t have been possible.<br />
By the time the next two-ship called, I was about twelve miles from Ali and<br />
beginning the turn to final. At ten miles, I abruptly pulled the power, fanned open<br />
the speed brakes, and lowered the gear. The fighter slowed in a hurry, so I retracted<br />
the boards and added power to hold 180 knots.<br />
“ROMAN One, ten miles, gear down for two.”