FALCON DOWN
What if the Soviets shot down an F-16 over international waters during a time of peace? What if the American pilot was conducting a...
The Solo Flight
I had to fly with one hand and blow my nose with the other. Depending on how fast your nose is running, that can...
Cowbird People
I have enough bird feeders in my backyard to feed the entire starling population of the state of Ohio—not that I want to feed...
A tribute to those who didn’t come home, and to their families
War is a meat grinder. It’s a terrible thing for a close friend to die in actual combat. But in some ways, when a...
The Clothes Horse
“Surely you’re not leaving the house dressed like that. That tie doesn’t go with your shirt.”
These are among the most dreaded words a husband...
The Great Separation
Genesis 1 is a straight-forward account of the creation of the heavens and the earth. Multiple themes appear in this chapter, most of which...
The Writer’s Block: Granny Gear
Every fiber in my body screamed out, “Stop!” I gasped, trying to breathe deeply, but at 13,000 feet there just wasn’t enough oxygen to...
The Hollandia Combat Air Patrol Epilogue
Lewis M. Cobb is my father, Helen is my mom. They were married in July of 45, after dad returned home from his tour...
The Hollandia Combat Air Patrol, Part 3
Returning to the Yorktown | April 19, 1944
As we flew back to the Yorktown, it was time to jettison our empty drop tanks. In...
The Hollandia Combat Air Patrol, Part 2
ON PATROL | APRIL 19, 1944
After scanning my instruments, I studied the sky in front, side to side, above and below, and finally behind....
