Streaking out of low cloud cover just seaward of Haiphong, the U.S. Air Force Voodoo flew smack into a sky full of flak. As his reconnaissance fighter belched flame from its starboard engine, Captain Norman Huggins, 36, of Sumter, S.C., knew his search for North Vietnamese SAM sites was over for the day. He saw a finger-shaped island below him, surrounded by a wrinkled sea studded with enemy junks. The only hope for survival lay in his yellow and black ejection handles. Whoosh went the canopy, pow went the 37-mm. cartridge under his seat,...
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