When Patricia Vitiello nearly died from a stroke, she vowed never to take her well-being for granted again. As told to ABIGAIL LIBERS

On the morning of my 47th birthday last year, I woke up early to prepare for a big meeting at work. As I sat at my kitchen table at 5:30 a.m. sipping coffee, I suddenly felt a familiar sensation—one I’d been dreading for a long time. It started as a tingle in my right hand and quickly turned to numbness. Because it had happened eight years earlier, I knew what this meant: I was having a stroke.

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The author spoke with Captain Jarret Stricker about his experiences of flying the AV-8B from Bagram AB, Afghanistan.

«FOR SOME reason or another, it seems that the bad guys knew when to hit our ground patrols. The worst times for us to fly were right before sunset and at first morning light. Our goggles and night sensors (pods) are slightly hindered during these periods. The enemy would launch hit-and-run attacks against the ‘friendlies’ when they were close to the Pakistani border. I remember a couple of missions in that area flown with Major Mike Franzak. One of these was when

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Upside down, inside out.

AEROBATICS and upset training share many of the same skills, but they are different and have fundamentally different goals. If you’re actually rolled upside down by a Boeing 747 while on final, neither of these skills is likely to save you unless you’re flying something like an Extra—and really know how to fly it.

If several hours training in those skills is unlikely to allow you to recover from inadvertent inverted flight at 400 feet, what good is the training? The answer is that even with limited training in these areas, you’re unlikely to let that Boeing 747 roll you

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The Royal Command VC

When an attack on a German-held hill in Italy ran into trouble seventy years ago this month, Company Sergeant Major Peter “Misty” Wright lost his temper and altered the course of the entire battle. Steve Snelling chronicles the remarkable story of the Coldstream Guards hero who became a Victoria Cross recipient by Royal command.

Beneath a sweltering September sun, the thin line of troops straggled down the steep slopes to be swallowed by the thick scrub carpeting the small valley north of Salerno.

Two companies, roughly 200 men, sweated as they stumbled through the tangle of bushes and trees which

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Bill Peek touched his sweaty temple and tried to focus on a long message from his father something about a successful inspection and Mexico in the morning but he was being pushed by many hands, ever forward, until he reached the back wall where a long box, made of the kind of wood you saw washed up on the beach, sat on a simple table, with candles all around it. The singing grew ever louder. Still, as he passed through their number, it seemed that no man or woman among them sang above a whisper. Then, cutting across it all

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Ladies Confess!

To our secretary!

‘I gave a naughty treat’

MY FELLA kept asking me to dominate him, so one day I did just that. I bought a black leather dress that was slashed down the front and very short. When he saw me, he stood there open-mouthed. I grabbed his arms and handcuffed him, then dragged him to the bed and blindfolded him with a silk scarf. Climbing on top, I kissed him and nibbled his skin until he begged for more. I went down on him until I could feel him quivering and moaning. It felt amazing to have such

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A long day at the office Captain C. E. “Bud» Anderson. USAAC 357th Fighter Group, 363rd Fighter Squadron

During the spring of 1944,1 could see the military buildup in England and figured the invasion would take place soon. I was returning from a mission on June 5, 1944, and as I neared Pas De Calais, I noticed more boats than I had ever seen before. I shouted over the R/T, «Oh, wow!» The group leader ordered radio silence; he didn’t want me tipping off the listening enemy!

Invasion bound!

After we landed, our P-5 IBs were swarmed over by ground

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Kariba Rescue

Michael Hamence lifts the veil on covert SAAF operations during the Rhodesian Bush War.

‘VFR ONLY’ CERTIFICATION of the Aerospatiale SE 319B Alouette III helicopter rather restricted its operational use during the Rhodesian Bush War. The Rhodesian Air Force (RhAF) and South African Air Force (SAAF) crews who flew the Aylos (as it is affectionately known) were perfectly capable of handling any situation that might confront them — but within the manufacturer’s certified limitations. It goes without saying, that those limitations were frequently stretched — and on one occasion, SAAF crewmembers found themselves in a unique situation.

By 1975, the

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If you listen, really listen, maybe you’ll hear the ghost’s lullaby, that song that connects all that thrives in winter’s quiet.

I know there’s a ghost here. I can feel him in the cool hollow of this one-time foresters’ dorm, this place where I must sleep tonight.

I can feel him in the bathroom at the end of the passage, disappearing into the stained cracks in the tiles. I know he’s peering into the mirror with its rusted edges; I don’t dare look.

He’s beckoned us here, with a trail of painted footprints scattered here on rock, there on tree


Hurric ane sortie

HERE IS absolutely nothing routine about your first warbird sortie.As an experienced pilot it is normal to get into a ‘routine’ with regard to any flight. Whilst any sortie requires thought about how to get‘up and down’, the majority of the planning process is spent on the execution of the mission in the middle. Quite the opposite when dealing with your first Hurricane ride!

I am absolutely pre-occupied with not only how I am going to get it airborne, but more importantly how I am going to get it safely back on the ground. The plan is simple enough: take-off,

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