A Love Letter from an Old Friend
There was a time when some pilots earned their way up the ladder of hours by hauling checks and other
assorted cargo through the dark of night. For the most part his was done in loud nasty looking aircraft who were at the end of their useful years. Whether these operations were called “haulin’ the midnight mail” or “freight dogging” they were conducted pretty much in all weather. The pilots would pound their way through the early darkness of dusk, land at the major cargo hub, conk out in the crew lounge for a few hours of sleep and then scurry back to their aircraft and fly until dawn.
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