And there I was... just nonchalantly flying my TF-51D (as you do), island hopping from Guam to Saipan, I decided to take a nice LL flight over the rocks east coast of Saipan.. when... fork me! I could've sworn I saw an island girl tanning on the rocks of Puntan Gloria waving up at me. I immediately had thoughts of circling back to take another look... I mean , after all, I was doing a recon flight , yeah? But just at that moment a shrill voice in my head told me to check the fuel gauges. Just as well, I just managed to make it back to International dead stick...
I still wonder to this day (24 hours later), whether it was real or just a figment of my wishful thinking