
excerpt from "Spectre Gunners":
Spectre two four, an AC-130 gunship, one of five still airborne, is returning from five hours of hunting along the Ho Chi Minh trail in northern Laos. It's 03:10 hours, they are at 8,000 feet AGL, still east of the fence, headed southwest, at 152 knots. It's the rainy season and they didn't find much traffic due to cloud cover. The hardest part of the mission is over, and they are inbound to Ubon, Thailand.
Staff Sergeant Terrance Alva Fidler, one of five aerial gunners aboard, wastes his skills, sitting in the right scanner seat next to the number three engine, watching for triple A. The right scanner seat is the noisiest place to sit in a gunship since it's only three feet to the left of the number-three-engine propeller arc. No plexiglas window to look through, just a hole three foot wide and four foot high, with a wind baffle in front of it. Consequently, there is a loud, low-frequency hum that penetrates the best earplugs and helmet can do. The right scanner seat would be most unpopular were it not for the view.
Moonlight passing through the clouds dapples the landscape below; a strangely beautiful, largely insignificant pattern of blacks and grays. The most brilliant stars Fidler has ever seen are cloud gapping overhead, alternately winking and a staring at random. The propeller tips corkscrew vapor trails as they now pass through a cloud, to Fidler a wonderful, beautiful thing. Fidler never tires of seeing that phenomenon. He's been flying these interdiction missions for eleven months now, 24 years old, in good physical shape, a product of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and almost four years at Penn State University as a philosophy major. He fears he may be losing his mind.
He can tell when the Mekong river passes underneath the aircraft because he can see the reflection of the moon in the water. They are now, officially, west of the fence. Somebody has turned the interior overhead lights on to dim red.
Plugger, the other front gunner, appears at his side, grizzly bear gestures with his right arm.
"I'll sit there, so you can change."
Just before he unplugs his intercom he hears the flight engineer:
"Hey, you guys in the back, wake up the IO, we're gonna land soon."