All your life you've been obsessed with flying. You're scrawny, asthmatic, and legally blind, but you don't mind taking orders, and you'll swab as many poop decks as it takes to prove you've got the right stuff.
You are a fighter pilot trainee, hoping beyond hope that you are not assigned to fly helicopters on some base in Alaska, waiting for the Russians to invade.
You are a fighter pilot with the United States Air Force. You go wherever you're needed whenever you're needed. All that matters is the mission.
You are a flight instructor at TOPGUN, a legend in your own time. You've run so many successful missions that the brass joke about renaming your call sign "Superman."
You were the best of the best of the best of the best, so good that NASA recruited you after the war was over. You've downed MiGs, floated in space, and competed on Dancing with the Stars.