Flare Angel, I was all of eighteen when I turned up on squadron, there was a bloody great airplane with my name under the canopy rail, I thought I had died and gone to heaven! At no time flying this thing did I ever change this view, this in spite of what these days would be considered a mortality rate which would have the Air Force shut down, regretfully the military changed over time into a very underfunded "Old Boys Club", staffed by RMC grads, was time to move on, one thing I find still to this day, the friendships made during this youthfull part of our lives endure ,give it a try, you will not regret it! As I type this, above the screen is a picture of four of us half way round a loop, few in this world get to do such things, {and get paid to do it!}