In the bar of a stateside officers' club one evening last week, a fighter pilot home from Korea was describing the war in the air. Using the gestures that all flyers use on the ground, he nosed over into a steep dive and pulled out sharply. Then something went wrong with the pressure valve in his G-suit, he said. The five air pads took a full blast and "it socked me in the belly like a barroom punch." But the pilot was not complaining. Without the G-suit, he could not have stayed in the same air with a Russian MIG.
Even before...
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