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Cal Williams didn’t qualify for a pilot slot on a fighter; instead he qualified for a role that suited him much better. He could use his technical skills to run radar-jamming equipment and protect other American pilots. And he got to be in the front of everything. Every mini-war that flared up, his unit would be deployed. Since there aren’t many radar jammers, Cal would get frequent deployment orders, and he and his crew would saddle up and fly out to the soon-to-be warzone. They’d fly for up to eighteen hours, refueling in midair to get to the carrier that might be stationed in the Persian Gulf or off the Gulf of Tonkin. From that point on, he had a great job. The best part was that it was rare for anyone to shoot at you in one of these things. Most of the time, the enemy had no idea
