The Blue Guidon The Newsletter of Andover and the Military
Spring 2021
Escaping the Inky Blackness By Lt. Cmdr. Ali Ghaffari ’98, USN
The inky blackness of the Arabian Gulf was punctuated by brilliant yellow fires emitted by oil platforms in the distance. They were my only indicator of a horizon, though to be honest, they made me feel like I had entered the gateway to hell. I was low on fuel. In and out of the clouds above the USS Ronald Reagan, I had about 10 minutes to figure it out before I’d be forced to eject—with little chance of being found in a dark, churning sea. Beads of sweat formed on my brow as I gripped the stick of the F/A-18 Hornet and pondered the consequences of not getting “plugged in” to the Super Hornet tanker. I had to get into that refueling basket—the problem was, I was new at this and had only just done it for the first time about 30 minutes before that, when there was far less pressure to succeed. That’s when it happened. My body began to feel like it was in a turn when my eyes were
Ghaffari at Naval Air Station Key West in 2013
telling me I was straight and level. I had to battle the urge to follow what my body was telling me. It would mean certain death, as we were only about a thousand feet over the water, mere seconds away from impact when you’re flying 170 miles per hour. The combination of the inky blackness, being in and out of the clouds, and the bright green information on my head-up display tricked my senses, giving me a disoriented condition called “the leans.” While everything in my immediate environment seemed to be spinning out of control, I could hear the voice of my flight instructors: “Trust your instruments.” In flight school, pilots are taught the fundamentals, to trust certain primary rules upon which flying a fighter jet is based. It was time to hold fast to first things. Escaping the Inky Blackness continued on page 2