She ruled his schedule, yet she wielded her power lightly. A tall, slender, middle-aged woman with light brown hair who looked younger than her years, Jean was the Ninth Air Force Commander's brain. Horner's secretary, Jean Barrineau, was waiting at the door of the outer office. He walked over to his staff car, threw his G suit in the backseat, and drove to his office in the headquarters Ninth Air Force/CENTAF building just two blocks away. He liked to play the Iowa farmboy, but he'd come a long way out of Iowa. On the other hand, Horner moved with great verve and dash he had an easy, infectious laugh and a wicked wit and inside his bloodhound head was one of the sharpest, quickest minds inside the Air Force or out. He looked nothing like Tom Cruise or Cary Grant, or any other Hollywood fighter-jock image. He had a comfortable, but not pretty, bloodhound face, sandy, thinning hair, and a bulldog body. It's hard to look anything but rumpled when you shed a G suit, but this was not a problem for Chuck Horner. Horner told him to file a flight plan for MacDill then he shrugged out of his G suit. He suspected he'd be on the ground only a short time.
Shaw had been ready for two weeks to go to war, so local flying was at a minimum.Īs soon as Horner climbed down the ladder, he told José to get the jet ready to go.
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