We've all heard there's no such thing as a routine mission. Well, we were on one, or so we thought, but nothing was routine about this Friday the 13th flight or the way it would end with a Class-B-mishap visit from Mother Nature. Our poor outcome resulted from bad judgment and decision-making. We just had wrapped up a successful fleet-replacement squadron (FRS) air-to-air detachment at Fort Worth JRB and were headed back to NAS Lemoore to enjoy a relaxing weekend at home. We woke up to blue skies, checked out of the BOQ, and headed to the exchange for souvenir shopping and chow. We then drove to the hangar for our brief.
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