INCIDENT AT TUY HOA

Flying south to Cam Ranh down the coast in

the dark hours before dawn, I saw the light

ahead. An aircraft, our speed, our level,

heading towards us. Harry, Ed saw it, said

yes, it’s coming for us. A slow left turn,

it changed course too, red light against the night.

We turned harder left, it followed. Again

left, we lost it when we banked our right wing up,

rolled out, looked left, no light, banked hard left,

rolled out due south, original course, no

light. Gone. Stars blinking at us. Tuy Hoa

approach said no aircraft on their radar.

Nor did they see us until we squawked flash

on their black screen a green pulse that faded.