The last two hours were agonizing with no relief (tube) in sight
My Flight Across the Pacific With No Place To Go
Br Ron Standerfer
Four days passed, and I was still stuck in Sacramento. Every night, a thick, soupy layer of fog rolled in from the San Francisco Bay area reducing the visibility to near zero; and every morning, the mission was cancelled. At the rate things were going, my combat tour in Vietnam would be over before I got back to Phu Cat with the bird I was ferrying. (MORE)