I finally saw the type of plane that carried my father to his death—a plane the CIA still refuses to declassify and release the crash investigation report for. Hoping to see it at the USAF Museum in Dayton, OH a few years ago, I learned it had been loaned to the Aviation Museum in Warner Robins, GA. Yesterday, on our way home from the Amelia Island Book Festival, Brenda and I stopped to see it. The following quote from my award-winning investigative memoir, Because: A CIA Coverup and a Son’s Odyssey to Find the Father He Never Knew, captures my enduring fascination with this aircraft:
“I was there myself in September ‘65. I was the chief pilot for single-engine airplanes, not Twin Beeches like this plane, and that accident, I mean, shit, you know what, was the most covered-up crash ever! Every pilot in Air America, especially me, knew every time a guy dented something on an airplane. In this fucking thing, we lost the whole airplane, and it didn’t even make the back page of the newspaper!” Jake Wehrell, Former Air America Pilot

