The Hour Was The 13th, Yet The Sun Had Never Broken Over The Horizon And The Moon Was Still Hanging In The Dark Sky Behind Us. The Temperature Stood At -34 Degrees. The Landscape Seemed To Belong More To The Moon Than To Our Planet. A Lone Parka-clad Airman Watched As The F-102 Lifted Into The Air, Leaving Behind In Its Wake The Clearly Defined Pulsation Of Its Engine. It Was The Loneliness Of The Place Which I Wanted To Portray.