Back in 1965 while I was in the Navy serving on the aircraft carrier Ticonderoga with Photo Squadron VFP-63 out of San Diego Calif while serving as a plane captain myself and a shipmate of mine were spotting jet planes getting them ready for take-off. Another jet was coming off of the elevator and while turning at full throttle it blew me against the wheel struts of another plane which I immediately grabbed onto for dear life and was waving in the breeze like a flag and my shipmate was blown off of the flight deck into the Pacific Ocean . As quickly as I could picked up a life ring and threw it into the water and it landed close enough for him to grab it. A helicopter was send to rescue him and brought aboard ship he was totally blue and shaking later I was told they flew him to to the mainland and that he was going to be ok. I never saw him after that maybe he will read this article.
Woody GautreauGonzales, LA