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Show HARRY A. MOYER ovem b r 22 2002 I got that and so I started making my maneuvers, changing my dir ction and it pr tty flat country, and they're out there. I don't have very much chance to get lower. I didn t want to get too lower, because that would give them that much elevation to center in on so I'd zoom up to about 800, and then come on down, whatever. So it must have been quite a show for both sides, that's all I know, to watch all this stuff going! I had to see this later in my mind! What a hell of a show I must have put on, for both sides of those guys! And the guys on one line are probably rooting for me, and the other guys are trying to shoot me down. So at one point, I know I got them beat. I'm back over the lines, at which they can still reach me but I know I'm back. I know I'm safe. So I still jig, and I go over to Gaeta Point, and then come back over. And then I'm pissed off! "Where in the hell is that God damned wingman?" That really pissed me off, because his job is to protect my back! So I come in and land. We were based at the base of Vesuvius at that time. And they all see me, because I'm overdue, it's kind of late, and I'm landing, and a lot of guys are out there waiting for me. So I get debriefed, and I'm just burning that this guy was leaving me. And I remember B.K. Watts, he's my mentor, I says, "I want that son of a bitch court martialed! Get his ass out of here!" And he realizes what the hell 's happened, because I am really steaming! I'm pissed off because of what I had to go through, and I'm pissed off because this guy left me and all this sort of stuff. I never see this guy again. B.K. tells me he got him out of there. I don't even confront him. I mean he's not around. Because when he sees how hot I am about this thing, I think I would have 74 |
