TOPGUN Navy Fighter Weapons School
I spotted him at about a thousand paces. He was headed for the stratosphere, high command, and whatever the hell else his heart desired. You could see it in his quick, impatient walk, in his instant grasp of the most complex problem.
He was a scientist by inclination, a Naval Aviator by profession, and he was my first true fighter squadron commanding officer—a high honor graduate in aerospace engineering from the Georgia Institute of Technology, that bastion of outer-space studies, located right in the middle of Atlanta.
I guess that was his vocation, but it could not have been necessary. My old CO would have breezed right past the space shuttle on his way to high office, because he was the best, ...