Traveling 450 mph, the wing tips of the plane mere feet from another aircraft, a quarter-mile above an uneasy crowd, Blue Angels pilot Major Nate Miller waits for the signal for the next dramatic move. Then he hears it, crackling through his headset: “Ohhhhh-K!”
Precisely on the “kuh” sound of the word — not on the “oh” or the “ay” — Miller and his fellow pilots roll the planes in unison, appearing to almost brush against each other before shooting off in opposite directions.
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