Pilot Training to BUFF

FLYING IS A DIFFERENT LIFE:

There I was, pointed at the ground and pulling hard, 20,000 feet from 1 g to 6 g and there goes Oklahoma being pulled to beneath my feet, there goes Texas, falling below my vision, now blue, blue sky, no horizon, blue sky, white blob of a cloud here and there, no navigational aid there, now all I have is 6 g and wings level on ADI, and that is hard to do looking out at the Sun, that damn sun moves, left-right-east-west, I have heard even north-south, lookie, lookie, from above my head, here comes the horizon, and that must be Kansas that appears from above my head, and I hope that is Dorothy and Toto out there somewhere, the horizon checks with the ADI as to wings level, hang on to that 6 g meter, pull, pull, pull, lord I hope that is Kansas and not Colorado or Arkansas, that I am pulling down into my view from over my head, and now Oklahoma, the pitot tube and my toes are pointed thru the air towards the ground and pulling down from over my head comes another verison of the sky above Oklahoma and Texas, I hope, I hope, I hope, and I hope to get back to Enid tonight. Sun so bright and sky so clear that I can see into the future. TACAN needle points left and I be headed south, God is good and it is nice when things check, roll left and call inbound, life was good there in the plains of the western part of the mid-west. A year in Oklahoma. a year not in Vietnam, life was good to me, Sandra was good to me, God was good to me, even the Air Force was good to me.