ABSTRACT
We took fire as we washed out deep over the Black Sea to avoid detection, and we took fire coming back in to make our approach to Sukhumi field.
KrrooOOMP! went the air, and the YAK-40 would shudder and drop ten feet in the air pocket created by the explosion. Flak-the sort of stuff my uncle flew through during World War II. What am I doing on this plane, I asked myself, numb with fear.
