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Algis Budrys - The Nuptial Flight of Warbirds I would love to be a pilot. Someday, everything willing, I shall be. When my sister, who is French, tired of reading to me from Robinson Crusoe in an accent which rendered parrot as pirate, and thus charmingly confused me, she read to me from Night Flight and the other aviation volumes of Sainte-Exupery. I think Only Angels Have Wings is the greatest junk motion picture ever made, with the possible exception of Star Wars. One of my favorite books is Richard Bachs Stranger to the Ground, which I found long before anyone had heard of Jonathan Livingston Seagull, and another is Nothing by Chance. When I was a lad on a chicken farm, I built, on a porch, a contraption with control surfaces connected to a working stick and rudder-bar. I sat in it for hours, aviating. The aviation books in my attic, guest room, living room, cellar, and office would startle Martin Caidin by their number. There was no greater fan than I, once, of G8 and His Battle Aces, though I could not obtain very many copies, and my first fan letter to an editor went not to Planet Stories but to an air war pulp. I find the rarely seen opening sequence of Breaking the Sound Barrier is some of the most exciting black-and-white film footage ever shot. Once in a while, my friend Frank Stankovich, the chopper motorsickel fork king who also chromed the three-bearing crankshaft of my Rapier, used to take me for a ride in his Luscombe tail-dragger. But it didnt have a stick. And once I wrote scripts for industrial films. Another time, I worded for girlie magazines. And by the time I wrote this story, I had finished Michaelmas. But I remember--oh, I remember--the Saturday my father would not let me go to the Beacon and see not only Episode Four of Flash Gordon Conquers the Universe but, also, ah, Dawn Patrol. Hello, Mr. Flynn. Happy landings. Happy landings, Frank. The Nuptial Flight of Warbirds THE WOMAN GASPED slightly as he bega