Beginner's luck Would be my introduction, to Navy flight, Stage “C”, Where aerobatics would be taught to the graduates of “B”-- The wind was not a factor, on this lovely morn’ in May, We climbed those extra thousand feet-- where it’d be safe to “play”. He showed me how to do a loop---watch the sky and earth go-round, Was then my turn to try my hand at this blend of sight and sound. I dived and got the proper speed, and pulled us up and through, Kept that constant shove on the seat pack chute as we arched up in the blue; Kept the wings aligned to the misty line where the earth and sky are one, Saw the green of the ground swing past the nose as our climb again begun. A jarring jolt of something---now scared me to the core! My startled look in the mirror, brought a laugh before he swore. “Your loop was better than mine was”, was what he had to say, “You flew us through our own prop-wash--- ‘it stays on a windless day’”. Bill Woodall