I spent a large part of my formative years around the F4 fraternity and at the tender age of 17 I was very fortunate to be given the chance to fly in one with my father. A truly unforgettable experience that firmly cemented my ambition to become a pilot. I am now a 3000 hour GR4 QWI and even though I have thoroughly enjoyed every hour of my own career nothing will compare to charging around the North German plain looking for targets and having no earthly clue as to what was going on. No change there for a mud mover I hear you all say!! I wish my father were still alive to share some of his stories with this thread.