A quiet shrine to the KC‑10 and the crews who flew her.

Warm memories of cruising over the pacific into the sunset, conversation with the crew jumping topics at a moments notice.

Fond memories of arriving into Yokota well rested and looking forward a night in tokyo, that I'll be too tired to remember the next day. Preflights the next morning in the humid...

You stop thinking about how fast you're moving. You stop thinking about how high you are. Somewhere around hour eight, it's just you, the crew, the drone of three engines, and the...