Chapter 3

Edward followed the hand signals from David to park the Corsair.

“Thank you, Helen, my girl. I hope this isn’t the only time we enjoy a little time together,” he smiled, patting the dashboard, and reluctantly shutting down the engine. Brent placed chocks against the wheels and then pushed the portable stairs to the rear of the right wing. Edward’s face was hurting from smiling so much as he opened the canopy.

He put several fingertips to his lips, in a kiss and touched the scripting, which was eloquently scrolled on the right upper panel, a tradition he developed after landing from any successful wartime mission with Helen.

The group gathered close to the wing while Edward climbed from the cockpit, down the steps, to the ground. “That was an unbelievable experience! Thank you, David; I’ll remember this day for a long time!” He remarked, vigorously shaking his hand.

“It was my pleasure, though you had me worried when you did that inverted flat spin. I’m sure you were going to crash.”

“I was a little worried for a moment too,” he admitted.

“Mr. Edward Martin, are you trying to make me a widow before my time? What on earth do you think you were doing up there besides scaring me half to death with a stupid ass stunt like that?”