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October, 1960 Ramey Air Force Base, Puerto Rico
My Father was helping me try my first ride without training wheels on my birthday bike. My Father was rarely home so the thrill of having him all to myself was compounding the excitement I felt to be riding my new shiny blue bike. As he guided me along and asked if I was ready to be a "big boy" a B-52 Stratofortress had just taken off and was rapidly roaring our way. My Father shouted out "fly Son fly!" and he let go of me just as the B-52 passed directly overhead. I felt for a moment I was somehow a wing man with that huge, loud, shiny aluminum bird above me and I yelled with glee as I continued down the street. 57 years later and having lived a very full life, I still consider that moment one of my best.
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