Someone used my camera to snap a picture of me getting ready to climb aboard the Cessna.
Unfortunately, he did a couple of clearing turns after we got airborne, and I puked my guts up. We'd been sitting around all day, waiting to fly and eating burgers and drinking sodas in the hot sun. My stomach acid had probably been churning since before noon.
The short end of it was that I had paid, I dunno, $20 bucks or so, to have someone get me really airsick. Plus, with the Flight Screening Program only a few weeks away, I was seriously questioning if I was going to make it as a pilot in the Air Force. I was severely bummed for the rest of the day.
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