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The 309th Aerospace Maintenance and Regeneration Group was in charge of the world’s largest boneyard. Over three thousand aircraft were parked in the high Sonoran Desert just southeast of Tucson, Arizona.
The dry air was parching after an evening in the wet San Juan Islands of Washington State and a warm spring day in Kentucky and Tennessee. It was also hot and had Jeremy stripping off his jacket and NTSB vest as soon as he landed.
Colonel Campos had been waiting for him.
Jeremy had only been aboard a C-5 Galaxy once before—out on the baking tarmac at the Joint Base Lewis-McChord biannual air show last year with one too many corndogs roiling in his stomach. They’d had it parked there, along with its two smaller transport brethren: C-17 Globemaster, C-130 Hercules.
The show drew a h
