At one time or another, many a commercial pilot has felt the sweat of anxiety starting on his brow as he saw, off in the distance, a young fighter pilot climbing into the wild blue yonder with 2,000 h.p. in front of him and a good breakfast under his belt. Sometimes those fighter pilots experienced an exuberant urge for self-expression which could only be satisfied by a thunderous dive on a herd of cows, a pretty girl's house, or on a slow and whalelike commercial airliner.
One bright blue morning last week, the...
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