I sat in the cockpit of my A-4E Skyhawk and shivered. Was it because it was cold? Was it because I hadn't had any breakfast that morning? Or, was it because I was scared? My first mission over Vietnam, attack the Quang Khe Ferry. Kill some PT boats, sampans, fuel facilities. There's AAA down there and small arms.
First, shooting at and being shot at. Would I end up dead? Perhaps wounded, or taken prisoner, or worse of all, failing my squad mates?
Well, that's what we were about to find out. The engine wound up, and I knew the cat was going to happen.
The cloud cover was variable but as you got to the harbor or coastal area, about 5,000 AGL resulted in a pretty solid layer.
As I got closer, I got a little more confident.
At the same time, I was using my instruments more, because I had to.
Now things started getting hot. And I started getting smart. Not smart in the tactical sense, just my own, "Hey, I can do this!"
And so, I began drifting off to the southwest to set up an attack run up the river. Trust me, this did not go over well with the CO following the mission. I tried to call out my positions, but hey. Best laid plans dude.
Naturally, my roomies came in and saved my ass.
Surveiling the area, I decided it was time to go home.
Here's my badass face returning from first combat mission:
Back on deck. Yes, my CO did threaten to hang me from the yardarm.