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my first aviation novel . . .

Posted by Tulio on Fri Nov 23, 2001 03:20:19 AM

"Connie"

Dashing through town, like an A-37B (Dragonfly), I kept thinking about what my T-34 (Mentor) once told me: "Beware of the EA-6B (Prowler), and always keep an E-2 (Hawkeye) open in case you come across him; you know, he is just like a B-57 (Night Intruder)." This, coming from a man educated at Airspeed AS.10 (Oxford)!

And I thought about what happened two just days ago . . .

The U10-A (Super Courier) had just delivered an overnight package from (Short) Belfast, bearing the mark of the Tu-95 (Bear) when the C-2A (Greyhound) in my backyard began to bark excitedly, and to jump up and down like a savage OV-10 (Bronco). At first, I thought that some A-6A (Intruder) might be lurking in the bushes, and after a careful search with my spyglass and finding nothing out of the ordinary, only a UH-60 (Blackhawk) staring at me from the utility pole across the street and the drone of the FA-18 (Hornets) and Westland HAS.1 (Wasps) going about their business in the hot summer day. I came back inside, at times feeling like a RA-5C (Vigilante), and wondering if my dog had seen some Dassault IIIR (Mirage) but I knew, I knew that something was amiss. Could it possibly be the work of some dastardly F-101 (Voodoo) priest?. It was not as if I had been wearing a Tu-22 (Blinder) all this time, I am not a MiG-19 (Farmer), you know?

Pondering the strange behavior of my loyal C-2A, I gazed over the Breguet 1150 (Atlantic) and I was sure that whatever was out there, might as well be now lying on the MiG-21 (Fishbed) for all I knew, since all I could see were one or two Aero L-29 (Delfin) happily jumping and splashing in the bay waters. A lonely Aero L-39 (Albatross) circled lazily over their playground, surely looking for a bite to eat, and taking advantage of the lazy CM.175 (Zephyr) wind blowing; the national DB Super (Etendard) was at the top of the pole, displayed in all its glory.

I took my trusty, yellow MiG-21U (Mongol) pencil, and wrote about the unusual behavior of my dog; but come to think of it, it behaved similarly two weeks ago, when he saw the MiG-25 (Foxbat), a variety of S.M. 81 Pipistrello (Bat) coming out of the dark, to dine in on an unsupecting D.H. (Tiger Moth), who was busy checking out the Tu-126 (Moss) on the tree. It never knew what hit him. I know that the MiG-25 prefers to eat He-162s (Salamanders) but nowadays, you can't be too choosy, and you have to eat even a D.H. 98 (Mosquito) if that's all you can get.

Then, I decided to go into town, to my favorite Yak-28 (Brewer), the F4-U (Corsair) to try to gather some information, and to tell you the truth, also for some badly needed suds.

When I got off my car, I stopped to talk with BF-109E (Emil) the Tu-28 (Fiddler), and he assured me that everything was oh-so-all right. A car nearby, has a sudden case of the Tu-26 (Bakcfire), and startled, I jump! My nerves are frayed. The Tu-28 really looks like an HS S.2B (Buccaneer), what with the eye patch and all! I asked Bf-109E (Emil) about the Yak-36 (Forger) whereabouts, just in case I neede papers to get out of the country in a hurry; the guy is really good, I guess you could call him a Yak-28 (Maestro) of his illegal trade; yeah, He-219 (Uhu). He said that if I needed his services, I should go to the fish market, and look for the E-3 (Sentry) and the E-3 would lead me to the Yak-36. I couldn't miss the E-3, since his accent was pure Aussie, from BAC B.6 (Canberra) and that the E-3 would be standing next to the Fi-156 (Storch) tattoo parlor, you know, the one owned by Ki-61 Hien (Tony), the guy who just married Nakajima B4-N (Kate), but if I failed to locate him, I was told, to go looking for the Sopwith (Camel), a hunchback who ran the protection business in the sector.

Inside the beer garden, there was such a loud banging noise, as if some hidden H.S. (Vulcan) was hitting a steel beam with a hammer. Some JOINT RIVET repairs going on, the owner tells me. I looked right and left, trying to locate the B-58 (Hustler) for some information. I noticed the NAA F-86 (Sabre) hanging on the wall, the same F-86 that Juan Valdez, the legendary S-3 (Viking) B-24 (Liberator) carried at the battle of Macho Prieto, with the gold inlaid emblem of the FW-200 (Kondor).. The usual guys are noisily playing GD F-106 Delta (Darts) and watching them, I became momentarily distracted, checking out the new Italian waitress, Fiat G-91 (Gina's) beautiful An-26 (Curls). She looks as her JU-52/3m must have looked when she was young.

The next thing I know, I am hit hard on the Mi-8 (Hip) by this Me-323 (Giant) of a man with an OV-1 (Mohawk) haircut. I recognize him immediately; he is the one who has been behaving like a Fairey Type 100 (Barracuda) for the last week or so. I roll with the blow, and get up as quickly as a P-38 (Lightning); we are engaged in a Fairey (Battle), and he begins dancing like an F-104 (Starfighter) but I hit him two, three, four times, in a Panavia (Tornado) of blows; I must look like a Gloster (Gladiator) besting his opponent! He tries to take off running, I throw my CA-12 (Boomerang) and hit him, but it is Fiat G-91 (Gina) who finally knocks him out, with a Westland (Whilrwind) of blows with her serving tray, and with her help, I emerge as the BAe. (Victor) of this confrontation. I could just imagine the He-177 (Greif) he would get from his buddies, when they find out that a scrawny looking guy like me bested him.

Now, I know that I am not an F-14A (Tomcat), but I can hold my own in a fight. Besides, I took some special training from my Beech T-34 (Mentor), and he taught me good, specially the Bell AH-1 (Cobra) style, and to correctly employ the tools at hand. I tried in the past, to show some Fokker F-27 (Friendship) to this Me-323, but some people are not really receptive to kindness. I stood Bolton Paul P.82 (Defiant) over him. He better learns his lesson.

Practicing what any good old AH-64 (Apache) T-41 (Mescalero) would have done back then, I was watching carefully my steps and looking for fresh clues, kind of like an S-2 (Tracker), applying all the lessons I learnt when I was a Westland AH.1 boy (Scout). I am a firm Hughes 500M (Defender) and believer in law and order, but at the same time, I am IL-76 (Candid) enough to recognize that I am no hero. This meant that I had to behave like an F-4 (Phantom) in order to do what I had to do, without being noticed.

Being just an An-12 (Cub) in these matters, but without lacking the adequate male Ka-25s (Hormones) for the task at hand, and faced with the C-5A (Galaxy) of sensations, impulses and information at hand, I had to be a real C-130 (Hercules) in order to tackle this problem.

I placed my equipment in the trunk of my car, with the ease of a C-141 (Starlifter) without even thinking how heavy they really were . . . (To Be Continued) . . . :)

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