At 23h00, the Boeing-Stearman 75 had covered approximately 480 miles. I was close to my rendezvous point and all I could see below were shadows on the desert floor. I needed to find my destination quickly. I had approximately 23 minutes of fuel left. Suddenly multiple red flashes ignited before me from the desert below. I jerked the joystick to the right and banked sharply, only to realize that I was dodging vehicle brake lights from vehicles that had lined up a makeshift runway for me to land on. When the aircraft came to a standstill, a figure disembarked from a fuel tanker that had pulled up alongside the aircraft. The moon and retreating convoy lights illuminated the face of the most intimidating individual I would ever meet. He puffed once on his pipe and then pointed the stem at me while his eyes bore into my soul…” You’re late! You were supposed to be here at 23h00 sharp! Not 23h12! Wars are not won on tardiness! Go refresh yourself while we fuel up. We’re airborne at 00h00!”