The Phantom was part of almost every day while I was in Vietnam, from my arrival in Danang watching them take off with a full load on afterburner to watching them nail VC/NVA positions up close.
They were everywhere and they were flown by the bravest, ballsiest men ever born.
I never realized how much I missed them.
Thanks Bob!
I thought you might have a range of emotions on that great aircraft that might align with, and go deeper than mine do!