"A call from a nearby phone booth to
San Antonio. No
answer. I leave a message on the answering machine that I’ll be home almost
exactly on the schedule I had sent in a letter a few days earlier. All the
connections have been close to on time. I’ll get into San Antonio about in the evening. I nap in a chair
near the departure gate.
"The sun is just setting as the flight touches down in
I’ve caught glimpses of the white buildings and parallel runways at Randolph
AFB and seen the lights on the Hemisfair tower downtown as we maneuver to land.
Passengers file out of the airplane and are greeted by family and friends. I
look around, but there is no one there. I retrieve my tired belongings from the
baggage carousel and get a taxi to take me home.
"The cab pulls up before the small brick rancher in
. The porch light is
on and the living room light glows softly through the window. I drag my bags to
the door and ring the doorbell. No answer. My dog, Count, barks from the
backyard at the sound of the chimes. I ring again, then rummage through my briefcase
to retrieve a house key not used in a year. There’s no one home. I open the
back door and Count bounds in, jumping to lick my face and greet me. No notes,
no explanations. She still lives here, but she hadn’t lied that night so long
ago when I’d told here about the assignment. As Santana might sing, “my house
is dark and my pots are cold.” Welcome home." Universal
I've had the urge to maybe pick up and start writing the peacetime fighter pilot book from this point. There are a lot of stories to be told about what is often referred to as WW Cold. The story of how I got from San Antonio to Torrejon Spain and then through four years of deployments, travels, involvements, and career politics might make interesting reading.
The real question is how do I emerge truth and fiction so that in the process of writing the book I don't wind up damaging the lives and families of old friends not the least of which might be my own? The first two books were clearly nonfiction and I made every effort to keep them truthful. This book I would have to make every effort to ensure that no one could ever detect what was actually the truth.