Don’t Sass Your Mamma

I followed the wake of the carrier until I was only a mile from her stern. Breaking radio silence, I called for help. Breaking radio silence was a real no-no; there were enemy submarines in the vicinity. “This is Red Fox leader. I’m desperately low on fuel, have a damaged aircraft and will need some deck illumination for a night landing. This is an emergency. I request a priority landing as I don’t have the fuel to proceed into a standard landing pattern.” The sun had already set and no moon was visible behind the cloud cover.