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shaking their heads. I thought it was great.<br />
Anyway, about six months into this, I was dozing by the pool early one<br />
afternoon when my handheld radio started squawking in highly excited pigeon<br />
English.<br />
“Captain Dan! Captain Dan . . . many planes come!”<br />
Many planes<br />
I opened an eye and squinted at the radio, debating whether or not to answer it.<br />
It was the second day of the typical four-day weekend and absolutely nothing was<br />
happening. Normally we’d drive out to the Red Sea coast and dive, or we’d go up<br />
to Cairo, stay in the U.S. embassy apartment and get a real meal. But the other pilot<br />
was on vacation in Greece, and the maintenance officer was in the States, so I was<br />
just hanging around working on a really fine tan.<br />
Deciding to ignore the noise, I then heard an unmistakable dull roar in the<br />
distance. That unique manly whine that only comes from high-performance fighter<br />
engines. I opened both eyes and stared straight up. The runway was about a mile<br />
east of where I lay, and, as the noise got loud enough to drown out the panicked<br />
tower controller, I saw them.<br />
Four F-16s in fingertip formation, each about three feet apart and holding<br />
position perfectly. I know my mouth dropped open, but I didn’t care. They flew<br />
down the runway and pitched out in the classic “break” turn. Only fighters do this,<br />
because you pull about six Gs and roll out heading back the way you came. The<br />
leader got abeam the approach end of the runway and I saw his landing gear come<br />
down. One by one, the other three followed as he dropped and turned to line up on<br />
the runway. Egyptians didn’t fly that way.<br />
“Captain Dan! Many plane . . . you come . . . please . . .” The poor guy was<br />
practically in tears. Like he was going to be personally blamed for the unannounced<br />
arrivals. Actually, he probably was, given the Egyptian military mentality.<br />
“Easy, habibi,” I answered. “I’ll come now.”<br />
I sighed once at the quiet pool. As I jogged to the villa, two other flights of four<br />
came screaming overhead and pitched out. Throwing on my flight suit and boots, I<br />
paused long enough to grab two six-packs of beer from the fridge. I was excited<br />
now. Lots of countries flew F-16s, and the new arrivals were not Egyptians. Now<br />
that the Gulf War was over and the danger was past, many of our NATO allies<br />
were finally sending contingents of fighters to the “war” zone. These, I thought,<br />
were likely Dutch or Belgians on their way into Saudi Arabia.<br />
In any event, this was something different—and novelty was good.<br />
I careened past the startled gate guards and hightailed it up the perimeter road to