Summary: After I landed my aircraft I clambered out of the Hornet with the cold realisation that I might have flown my last sortie. The spinning sensation had ceased and the sortie had gone beautifully, it was almost as if it had been a bad dream. A continuation of tales from the Old Pilot's logbook, RAF Form 414.<br> <br> <br> Was the sun about to set on my career?<br> <br> <br> <br> The surgery span round and round<br> <br> <br> <br> Promotion<br> <br> <br> <br> Exercise K89<br> <br> <br> <br> One of our opponents, the F16<br> <br> <br> <br> Firing off live missiles like the AIM 7M Sparrow<br> <br> <br> <br> Landing in a thunderstorm<br> <br> <br> <br> A week on Song Song island acting as the Range Safety Officer<br> <br> <br> <br> The RSO and his crew of Malay troops<br> <br> <br> <br> My final flight and the boys renamed my aircraft Nick The Pom!<br> <br> <br> <br>
