Orange Shirt Guy

     I felt sorry for the geezer, who seemed like a nice fellow.  We left him standing in a cloud of dust thrown back by our prop, scratching his head and feeling quite

useless.  Kern opened up the throttle 30 feet from the runway. We skidded onto

the centerline, popped into the air and turned west at 200 feet, hauling ass for Indiana.  It was the swiftest aircraft refueling in history.  We were in and out of Columbus in eight minutes.

     We leveled off relatively high, at 5,000 feet, to get as long a view of the country beneath us as we could in the receding light.  Maybe, just barely, we could make Indiana. Buck, R. (1997). Flight of Passage.  New York: Huperion. (Link)