AD 1963 - The Fastest Man Alive, Part IIAD 1963 THE FASTEST MAN ALIVE, PART II
SIXTEEN YEARS LATER
When Chuck Yeager had opened his eyes to another black pre-dawn morning, the same way he had done for years, it seemed like just another day. Getting up at the ass-crack of dawn, climbing into a hunk of hurtling metal and hoping your guardian angel could fly faster than you, punching that Sky Demon in the face before you had to punch Elvis. (That was pilot slang for ejection from an aircraft). He was still a test pilot, the best of the best; and perched at the top of that great ziggurat in the sky, the pyramid of The Right Stuff. It was all just another day on the job.
Today was December 12, 1963, and, as he did 16 years earlier when he climbed into the orange bullet that punched through the wall in the sky, Chuck had that same feeling of quiet excitement; that anticipation that he felt when he was about to make history. He loved his job, and he wouldn't have traded it for anyt