This Week’s Book Review - Aviation Therapy

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Book Review

A Flying Life

Reviewed by Mark Lardas
November 2, 2025

“Aviation Therapy: Stories of Perseverance and Personal Growth from the Cockpit,” by David Dale, Stoney Creek Publishing Group, November 2025, 398 pages, $24.95 (Paperback), $5.95 (Ebook), $19.50 (audiobook)

David Dale was a skinny teen with divorced parents. He lacked in confidence and self-esteem. Then, while in high school he learned to fly. It changed everything.

“Aviation Therapy: Stories of Perseverance and Personal Growth from the Cockpit,” by David Dale, tells how flying changed his life for the better. It recounts his flying career from 1978 through 2004.

Through much of it he was an US Air Force officer. He was a navigator aboard a Strategic Air Command B-52 during the Cold War, a Tanker pilot during Desert Storm and Bosnia, and VIP courier aircraft pilot afterward. Even before joining the Air Force, he flew. He soloed flying private aircraft in his teens, hang glided, and skydived in college.

Along the way he gained confidence, changing from a skinny, uncertain kid to a confident leader. Dale describes his triumphs, disappointments, accomplishments and setbacks over four decades.

He describes the joy of soloing in high school. He writes of his determination to fly jet fighters for the Air Force, his pride in getting his officer’s commission, and his disappointment in being assigned to navigator training not pilot training. He tells how he found and wooed his wife, and their enduring marriage.

He shows the value of perseverance. While disappointed to have become a navigator, he embraced the job, excelling in the role. He was accepted to flight training through an Air Force program that permitted top navigators to transfer to pilot slots.

He describes how he and the rest of his class were tracked into flying KC-10 tankers, instead of the fighter he preferred – then discovering flying the KC-10 was both interesting and challenging. He also tells of his transfer to flying Gulfstream C-37, a sporty executive VIP transport.

He also made history. Not by leading the charge, but by participing in great events. He describes the high points of his career, becoming a SAC Blue Ribbon crew, refueling aircraft during Desert Storm, flying out of Mogadishu ahead of a storm while under fire, flying General Franks during the Iraq War, and meeting the Dream Team at the Sydney Olympics.

“Aviation Therapy” is the story of a man doing what he wants to be doing. While it took hard work for Dale to achieve his dreams, readers can tell how grateful he feels to have achieved them, and the joy he felt for the support of his wife and family.

Mark Lardas, an engineer, freelance writer, historian, and model-maker, lives in League City. His website is marklardas.com.

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My flying experience (on my “insides”) was very similar to the author. The “outside” results were not - in that I did not make a career in aviation. Aviation skills are highly congruent with those of administering safe anesthesia. “Hours of boredom, separated by seconds of terror”.

I learned to fly in 1974, while a rather lost, diffident, immature (on the heels of being left by my wife of 5 years, who was also immature) graduate student and teaching assistant in a medical school anatomy department. As circumstances would have it, I got to this position immediately after having quit med school in Lausanne Switzerland, because my wife ran off with her organ teacher (I have heard ALL the jokes). I returned to the states in disarray entered grad school and after a few months teaching, the faculty encouraged me to apply to the med school (several of them were on the admissions committee). I did and was accepted with advanced placement. I finished up my flying instruction during the first semester of med school.

Back in Lausanne, I had studied human anatomy for three semesters, including 15 hours/week the entire time, of dissection of a human cadaver. Bottom line - when I arrived at (what was then) Rutgers Medical School, I knew MUCH more anatomy than the self-taught team of research Ph.D.’s who ran the course. Then, the students at least studied some anatomy. In Lausanne, I spent three months dissecting the lower extremity. At Rutgers, they spend three days!. Anyway, I was well paid and had minimal living expenses. I had seen a National Geographic article on soaring - sail planes (gliders) - and was fascinated, so I drove an hour to an airport in Blairstown NJ, near the Delaware Water Gap. I asked about glider lessons. The gal at the desk explained to me it made more sense to start in power planes because students had to learn how to control an aircraft in three dimensions and it was much easier to do that with an engine which kept you aloft without having to divert one’s attention maintaining sufficient altitude; I could then switch over to gliders easily. It was sound advice.

It turned out that, from the get go, I was hooked on powered flight. I even had a knack for it!. I soloed at 9 hours - by no means a record, but respectable. I got my Private license in 35 hours, the minimum, my Commercial in 160 and Instrument in 161 (also minimums). A few months later, I got my Multiengine and then Flight Instructor certificate. In other words, I pursued flying with maximum intensity & back then it was about 10 or even 20 times cheaper than today.

To brag a bit, beyond the very few hours I needed to qualify for each level of expertise, I’ll recount some of my “book learning” as to aviation. Among the practical/academic material was navigation. Totally new and lots of fun. First learning to navigate by pilotage - reference to aviation maps showing landmarks on the ground. It was a whole new way of understanding. Then came electronic navigation by instruments - at the time this was mainly VOR (very-high frequency omni range) navigation. I read the material in the textbook and returned to my next lesson a week later and told my instructor (who was a former helicopter pilot in Viet Nam) I understood VOR. He said “Nobody understand VOR the first time”. We went up and I proved him wrong. I loved it.

That bragging was not gratuitous, you see, because it stands for the fact that my love of flying informed the intensity of my desire to master every aspect of it. I threw my whole self into it and my ‘knack’ (like being able to remain oriented when flying on instruments without visual reference to the horizon) synergized with my love. I did try to enlist in the Navy in an attempt to become a “dual designee- physician and pilot, but the 1973 oil embargo had eliminated that entire category of pilot, so I didn’t sign up. Sorry to be so long-winded. I blame law school (do you get the impression I was really a professional student?)

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