This page addresses the first years of flying, from the days in the training command in Pensacola and Glynco, GA, through the training squadron, and into combat with Reconnaissance Attack Squadron TWELVE, aboard USS Constellation in the Gulf of Tonkin.
They say that aviation is "hours of boredom punctuated by moments of extreme terror." To avoid boredom, I am not including routine and uninteresting flights and events.
1966-05: Welcome to the Vigilante Introduction to the most beautiful but deadly aircraft in the Navy inventory.
1967-03: The longest flight A lesson in navigating in the mountains
1967-04: FCLP practicing landing aboard a carrier
1967-05: Hitting the boat First carrier landing, catapult shot, bingo, and (almost) ejection