My boss, a full [Navy] lieutenant, would make periodic trips to Anacostia Air Station in Virginia just outside D.C. and not far from where my wife and daughter were living with her sister. We were on our way to Anacostia one evening with the Lieutenant in the back seat, and me in the front of the SNJ trainer. It was already dark and about halfway to D.C. he lost the lights in his cockpit.
We were using the radio beacon for navigation so it was relatively easy for me to take over flying the aircraft, since he had given me some basic instructions in the past. Just before entering the approach to Anacostia, we lost the radio beacon, and due to my inexperience we veered off course and ended up in Pentagon air space. We were immediately welcomed by four military jets that escorted us down with one on each side. Nothing like an official welcome to the U.S. Capital.
We were using the radio beacon for navigation so it was relatively easy for me to take over flying the aircraft, since he had given me some basic instructions in the past. Just before entering the approach to Anacostia, we lost the radio beacon, and due to my inexperience we veered off course and ended up in Pentagon air space. We were immediately welcomed by four military jets that escorted us down with one on each side. Nothing like an official welcome to the U.S. Capital.
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