“Hey, Bill. Are you up on company?” came a voice in my headset.
“Yeah, Lisa, I’m right behind you at your five o’clock, about 200 yards back,” I answered.
“Look down at our 11:00 position, and tell me what you see.” ‘
I checked the airspace directly below and saw only an Egyptian air base 2 miles down with delta-wing Mirage fighters parked wingtip-to-wingtip on the ramp. Then, I noticed two of them at the runway threshold.
“Yeah, I see ’em. Wonder if we’re about to have company,” I wondered aloud.
The two French jets lined up on the runway in formation, then started down the asphalt, lifted off and disappeared behind us.
Sure enough, they came drifting by off our right side a few minutes later with gear down,…
