Cobra Combat in Bloomington, MN

That little voice was screaming in the back of my mind, but there was nothing wrong with the aircraft, so I overrode the warning and concentrated on the inner circle of the gun sight. The soldiers manning the gun pit started to bail out of the trench and beat feet from the impact area, and then it dawned on me. That little voice was not mine, it was a recalled instruction from one of the old heads - NEVER concentrate on the gun sight, always concentrate on the target. I was too low, I was going to auger in to the gun pit at over 354 miles per hour and at that speed they wouldn't even look for the tiny pieces of my remains to ship home.