Oh, How I Love the Smell of Jet Fuel in the Morning

Tick tock, tick tock, the minute hand swept ever so closely to the bewitching hour of ten o’clock. At the appointed time, the gate swung open, and the crowd rushed through to find the best viewing spot. Why was there such a huge crowd? What did they expect to do? What did they hope to see? They were there to watch one of the world’s premier flight demonstration team shock and awe them with their skills of flight.