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“Thirty-eight and still pumping gas for the Air Force,” dad mocked me to the whole bleacher row as everyone laughed. Brokenhearted by his disrespect, I kept my head down as the lead pilot taxied in and popped his canopy. The pilot scanned the crowd, walked straight past my dad’s enthusiastic wave, and stopped right in front of us. “Sir, step aside, please,” the pilot said calmly. “I need her.”