Ghosts of the Past

My F16 model, given to me when I arrived on the squadron after converting to the type in 1988. It wasn’t an official graduation model, as I had become used to receiving, but the donor no longer wanted it. It droops on its stand now – a bit like me, perhaps. The other item is the visor cover I had on my helmet. I wasn’t allowed to keep the helmet, of course. 

Yes. It’s an emergency blip on another murky day . . .