son.
âPermission for me and my son to come aboard, sir?â The man was addressing the sailor who was guarding the gang-way to the museumâs main attraction: the Intrepid âs flight deck.
âPermission granted,â the sailor replied, firing a rigid salute to the little freckled-faced boy flaunting a white ensignâs cap inscribed USS IOWA .
âLetâs go, Daddy!â the boy said.
Scurrying up the steel-studded steps, they reached the carrierâs upper deck. It was immense. Gutted warplanes stood silent under a blistering sun. A semicircle of onlookers had formed around the exhibitâs newest acquisition: a Russian MiG-21.
The boyâs attention was diverted to a loud commotion erupting behind an F-14 Tomcat. Filled with curiosity, he bolted behind the aircraft. A bare-chested youth, his wrists in handcuffs, was yelling at his girlfriend. Provoked, the girl lunged forward, striking her restrained Romeo on the side of his head with the heel of her shoe.
âSee that? See that? Why ainât ya handcuffing her?â the youth screamed. âAinât that assault with a deadly weapon?â
âAny more out of you, young lady, and youâll be riding in the wagon, too,â the military guard warned. He barked orders into his handheld radio. âReilly, here! We got ourselves a situation on the flight deck. Get a transport ready.â
âWhat exactly we lookinâ at?â the dispatcherâs voice crackled back.
âA domestic quarrelâ¦with injuries. I cuffed the agitator after he slapped his girlfriend in the face. While I had him immobilized, she hauls off and tattoos him on the side of the head with her shoe.â
The guard positioned himself between the two combatants to block another blow from the irate girlfriend.
âLook, Jack! Over there! Thatâs a Fighting Falcon! Letâs get a closer look,â the father urged, hoping to distract his son from the fracas.
âD-a-a-a-d. This is getting g-o-o-d.â
âWe came to see the planes, remember?â
âBut, D-a-a-a-d.â
The father steered his son to the steps that led to the exhibits featured below.
âWhy was that lady hitting that man?â the boy asked, descending the steps ahead of his father.
âI donât know, son. The man must have done something bad.â
âWas the policeman gonna take him to jail?â
âSure looked that way to me.â
As the boy and his father were nearing the bottom of the steps, a prerecorded voice sounded from a loudspeaker: âLadies and gentlemen, the USS Intrepid was used by NASA as the primary recovery vessel for the Mercury and Gemini space programs. Just imagine yourself returning to Earth and the first people you see are the sailors aboard this floating airportâ¦â
Reaching the hangar deck, the man led his son to the exhibit marked âAircrafts of the Pacific.â He pointed at the Grumman F6F Hellcat, which was painted in the navyâs tri-color camouflage: sea blue, intermediate blue, and insignia white. He then read aloud from the aircraftâs polished plaque: âThe Hellcatâs most successful day in combat came on June 19, 1944, during operations in the Mariana Islands. During this air battle, which became known as âThe Great Marianas Turkey Shoot,â the Japanese lost over three hundred seventy-five planes. Eighty were lost by the United Statesâ¦. Wow! Pretty impressive, eh, Jack?â
âSure is,â the wide-eyed youth said, stroking the underside of the planeâs sleek fuselage. âLook! Over there! Whatâs that one?â
A larger aircraft had caught the boyâs attention.
âLetâs go have a look,â said his dad.
They headed toward the next exhibit. The father depressed its red button, activating its tape.
A prerecorded voice began its narration: âThe three-seat TBM 3-E Avenger, with a wingspan of over fifty-four