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CARRIER 4: FLAME-OUT By Keith Douglass

flights.

They went back a long way, Magruder and Grant, all the way back to flight

school. Over the years the two of them had been rivals in almost everything,

and a lasting friendship had grown up between them along the way. Grant had

won their competition for the heart of Julie Wilson, but Tombstone had been

best man at their Navy wedding. Then Magruder had won the coveted assignment

to Top Gun, narrowly beating out Grant in the squadron competitions for the

honor. Tombstone had been a step ahead of Grant when it came to promotions,

making lieutenant commander and squadron leader of VF-95 after his graduation

from Top Gun. It hadn’t changed their friendship, though. Far from

begrudging Magruder his advancement, Grant had been delighted for his friend.

He had secretly wondered, though, if he himself hadn’t been the lucky one of

the pair. What he had with Julie was something he wouldn’t have given up for

all the stripes in the Navy, and by the same token there had always been a

restless, questing part of Matt Magruder that was never entirely at ease no

matter how much he achieved.

They’d been reunited in the Vipers for Jefferson’s Pacific deployment,

and it was that cruise that had changed them both forever. While Tombstone

was scoring ACM kills over North Korea and starting on the hero’s path, Grant

had been shot down in the first engagement of the confrontation. Captured by

the enemy he’d been thrown into a prison camp alongside the crew of the

American spy ship that had triggered the crisis. The Marine rescue mission to

Wonsan had freed him along with the others, but afterward Grant had come close

to turning in his wings. He had come too close to death to ever take

anything, especially his happiness with Julie, lightly again.

The one thing that had pulled him through that time of crisis had been

Magruder’s unyielding faith in him. In the fraternity of naval aviators there

was little sympathy for the men who cracked under the strain, who showed even

a hint of human weakness. But Tombstone Magruder hadn’t turned his back on

Grant, and in the end, recovered from his ordeal, Grant had returned to VF-95

in time to fight side by side with Tombstone again in the skies over the

Indian Ocean.

It was a debt he would never be able to fully repay. Grant loved flying,

and looking back now he knew that he would never have forgiven himself if he’d

gone through with that first impulse to quit.

A plane captain clad in a brown shirt had joined Magruder, and was

nodding sagely at something Tombstone was pointing out to him. The Tomcat’s

RIO, looking painfully young and unsure of himself, lingered for a few moments

looking uncertainly at Tombstone before he finally started for the carrier’s

island.

Then Tombstone was finished with his inspection and starting off in the

younger officer’s wake, heading toward Grant but apparently not aware of him.

Grant stepped in front of him, drew up to attention, and tore off a snappy

salute. “Deputy CAG, Sir!” he said. “VF-95 welcomes you aboard, Sir!”

The look on Magruder’s face was a joy to behold. Bewilderment, then

surprise, then sheer joy spread across his features in quick succession.

“Coyote!” he said, using Grant’s well-worn call sign. “God damn, Coyote, what

a perfect welcoming committee! I didn’t even know you were still on the

Jeff!”

“There’s still a few of us here, Matt,” Grant told him, grinning.

Despite the best of intentions they’d lost touch over the past two years.

Magruder wasn’t much of a correspondent at the best of times, and Coyote could

imagine how easy it had been for him to put off writing letters in the face of

day after day of piled-up paperwork. Though he’d tried to keep up his end,

eventually Grant had started letting the contact slide as well. That had been

about the time Julie Marie had been born. “Batman and Malibu would’ve been

here too, but they had a Bear hunt tonight. We were afraid we’d lost you to

the old five-sided squirrel cage forever!”

Magruder’s smile faded. “Biggest mistake I ever made, letting myself get

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