“If Robert Fulton flies a jet or helicopter as good as he writes and tells the story of his aviation career, he must be one heck of a pilot. The lessons learned and experiences related in this book are a worthwhile read for anyone in aviation from a student pilot to the senior airline captain flying all over the world.”

Captain Brian Will
777 & 737 Captain, American Airlines, Retired

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About Robert Fulton

This memoir by Robert Fulton recounts his journey as a pilot during an unbroken career of almost fifty years “Up in the Air.” As a young adult, he pumped gas at an airport to pay for flying lessons, and then scrambled to fulfill his dream, by saving up for flight school, but found the financial demands too steep. He joined the US Army Flight Program as a welcome detour to fly airplanes, but like many candidates, he ended up where the Army needed him most–as a helicopter pilot. So, he qualified to fly Cobra gunships and left for Vietnam in 1969.

During his career as a pilot, he helped raise five children while zig-zagging them across the continent in a series of double-digit moves to find flying jobs wherever they were available, including relocating his family three hundred miles above the Arctic Circle, their belongings in the belly of a Boeing 737.

So, buckle up beside this seasoned pilot as together you swoop, Up in the Air.

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“We stopped suddenly. The view through the bubble of the helicopter was opaque. The SSB (long-range radio) antenna, protruding unicorn-like from the nose of the aircraft, was drooping where it had been broken in half along its whip-like shaft. To have stopped so abruptly we must have hit something unknown to us at the time as we coasted onto level ground. The engine was running, the blades were turning. We were suspended in a cloud of impenetrable white.

Gathering my jangled senses, I struggled to take in the circumstances and regain control of piloting the running machine amid an environment I did not, at the moment, comprehend. Was this immediate danger or temporary disorientation? Would things get better soon, or must I act? The fact that the movement had stopped and we were sitting on something solid was helpful, as I soon recognized, one direction at least down.

I held firmly to the pilot’s door and cracked the latch with caution as I pushed into the new world I had somehow entered without intent, but this was not OZ. The wind howled with an ungodly fury, tearing at everything I could see and feel, noise and force, but no sense of direction was manifest by the commotion, just wild racket, and hard pushes one way or another.

I stepped onto the float. Looking down, I had no idea if it was 1000 feet or two feet to something solid.”