As the other pilot spoke the missile warning tone went silent and I breathe a sigh of relief.<br/><br/>I tune my radio to the assigned frequency as he takes the lead, I follow on his wing matching his climb.<br/><br/>I’m starting to wonder where he is taking me when he speaks again, I think about his words and my family back home as we continue to climb and I realize that my eyes are leaking at the thought of not seeing them for a while if ever again, then I remember that I didn’t get along with Dad that well here lately because on my political ideals and that I only joined the Airforce to appease him. I don’t miss him or my brother that much now and dry my eyes ‘Hell, if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t know the joy of flying’ I think.<br/><br/>The other pilot shakes me out of my thoughts and I quickly look at my gages.<br/><br/>“About the same, little bit less actually” I respond then think it would be nice to know who this pilot was “I’m Gunner by the way what’s your callsign?”<br/><br/>I go through what the manual says for mid-air refueling in my mind and try to match my movements with it. Sadly it takes me two tries to get the probe to seat in, three or four minutes later I decelerate and uncouple with KC-135 tanker and move back on the pilots wing.