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seconds to the next turn point, Luger flipped the plastic covered page
over to the "Bomb Run (Synchronous)" list, then glanced over at the
radar navigator's station check "About one-fifty TG to the I.R radar,"
Luger asked. "Got it, Patrick McLanahan said. He was bent over a pile
of bomb run charts and radar scope predictions, intently " studying his
bombing huh, " of him.beside together, buddy?"

His work area was littered with snippets of "game plan" as if this was
the first time he had seen it.paper , drawings and notes. A thermos,
which lay underneath several books and papers atop his attack radar
set, was leaking coffee over the cathode-ray tube display and the radar
controls.

Luger impatiently waited for his partner to begin. The two navigators,
representing their SAC bombardment wing in this important competition
sortie, were a study in contrasts. Luger was a tall lanky Texan with
emaculately spit-shined boots, closely cropped black hair, and a
penchant for Perfection. He was fresh out of the textbook for B-52
Combat Crew Training after graduating top of his class from both the
Air Force Academy and Undergraduate Navigator Training, and was easily
the Wing's most conscientious and professional navigator. He studied
hard, performed his duties to perfection, and constantly drove himself
to higher levels of achievement.

McLanahan .. . was McLanahan. He was of medium height and husky
build, a blond and tanned Californian who looked as if he was fresh off
the boardwalk at Venice Beach.

Despite McLanahan's casual appearance and disdain for authority, he was
acknowledged as the best navigator in the Wing, and quite possibly the
best in SAC.Together he and Luger combined to make the most effective
bomber crew in the United States Air Force. And they were about to go
to work.

"Well, let's get this over with," McLanahan said finally.

"Good idea," Luger said. He proceeded to run down the remaining items
on the checklist, pausing at intervals to check switch positions with
the pilot, Captain Gary Houser. Two minutes later, all switches had
been configured and it only remained to activate the bombing system and
tie all of the individual components together with the bombing
computers.

"Master bomb control switch."

"Good," McLanahan asked. "I mean, on, light on."

"Bombing system switch."

"Auto. "The bombing computers now had control of everything-the