A confession: I am in awe of fighter pilots. I was never physically qualified to join the Army, much less posessed of the physical and mental abilities necessary to be a fighter pilot. But that has never stopped me from fantasies of dogfighting in a WW II Mustang or an F 16. Nor has it crippled me with envy for those who serve our country at the outer limits of the junction of technology and human capabilities.

But now I am in danger of becoming a complete groupie. A new organization of female American fighter pilots has been formed, the Chick Fighter Pilot Association (CFPA). They even have a website. And the website has pages of photos.

Anyone who flies a fighter for America is a hero to me. There is no margin for error in this business, and the working conditions are not the most comfortable. I once tried out the pilot's seat in an F—4 and was shocked at how cramped it was. Add in the possibility that a tiny error for fraction of a second can bring death, even on a training mission, and that in combat you are facing another highly—trained superb human physical specimen, and you have one demanding line of work.

The MSM, by the way, has never credited President Bush for his service flying the F 102 Delta Dagger. But that is a digression.

Check out the fighter chicks, and say a prayer of thanks and blessing for these beautiful American women who stand guard to protect us.

Hat tip: Hippo

Thomas Lifson   8 28 06