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How to Conquer Your Fears By Thinking Like a Navy Pilot
My father-in-law, a Vietnam vet, taught me that you can’t escape the things that terrify you. So lean into them instead
I’m somewhere in the mountains of North Carolina, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to die.
Not because we’re in real peril. I’m just lost. The GPS in our car went dark, and my wife and I decided — romantically, foolishly — to keep driving without it.
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It felt like a memo from the universe: Here’s your chance to be a grownup again. Trust that not knowing exactly where you are doesn’t automatically mean doom.
In times like this, I borrow a steadier voice than the one in my head — my father-in-law, Jim. When he recounts war stories, his refrain is: “I wasn’t afraid. I was just scared sh**less.”
He lives with my wife’s mom in Florida behind a screen porch that hums with cicadas and Radio Margaritaville. My wife and I were driving to see him when the GPS died.
Jim enlisted in the Navy in 1967, and during his 20-year military career, he flew 150 combat missions in Vietnam. He’s seen some things — and usually tells us about them during our visits.
Every story begins the same way, with a pilot muttering, “Oh shoot, I’m dead.” (Except they don’t say shoot.)
There’s the time Jim lost two inches of height after being ejected from a plane that was going down. Or that time he got so turned around during a mission, he looked out of his cockpit and saw trees above him.
One of his favorite stories is about dodging surface-to-air missiles.
“The problem with the A-7, especially when you’ve got 6,000 pounds of bombs on it, is that it’s not very maneuverable,” he explains, his head bobbing in the pool.
During his Vietnam missions, when he noticed a missile heading straight toward him, he knew that trying to outrun it would only end with him getting blown out of the sky.
“So I turned into it,” he says.
It has something to do with g-force, a measure of acceleration. “The missile is coming at you at Mach 1.5 or 2, so it has no G available,” Jim explains. (I didn't know what that meant, either.)
“It can’t turn worth a damn,” he continues. “If it’s pointing at you, it’s gotta go to you. But you have the ability to turn and out-G it.”
Translated for civilians: The missile is sprinting so fast it can’t corner. If you snap a hard turn toward it at the last moment, it overshoots. Like the Road Runner ducking under Wile E. Coyote, only with more math and less anvil.
“Your brain doesn’t want to do it,” Jim admits. “If you start thinking about it, you’ll make a mistake. Just aim for the damn thing.”
In my 20s and 30s, Jim’s stories were just that — stories. But in my 50s, they feel like instructions. I will never stare down a missile (knock on wood), but I face smaller versions all the time.
Some are real: I’ve delayed an annual checkup because I’m terrified of bad news. Some are ridiculous: Elevators make my knees jelly. What grown man avoids elevators?
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“Face your fears,” people say, and it always lands like a platitude on a throw pillow.
Jim’s version cuts cleaner: Steer toward the missile.
Need a hard conversation with a sibling and you hate conflict? Steer toward the missile. Time to ask your boss for a raise, impostor syndrome be damned? Steer toward the missile. Not sure why your spouse or partner is mad? Steer … toward … the missile.
For Veterans Day, it also feels right to say this out loud: The luxury of turning toward metaphorical missiles comes from people who did it for real. If you know a veteran, whether they flew, drove, sailed or stood watch, thank them. Jim would hate the fuss, but I’m making it anyway. He and his fellow pilots taught me more about everyday courage than any self-help book I’ve underlined.
Since that trip, the mantra’s crept into everything. I scheduled the physical I was avoiding. I took the elevator to the 10th floor and kept my eyes open the whole time. I asked a question in a meeting that needed asking. None of it felt heroic. All of it felt like steering.
I’m a coward by nature. But some days, in my head, I’m a Navy pilot. I pick a point on the horizon, I push the throttle, and when a missile shows up — because it always does — I take a breath and turn toward it.
Here are a few more pilot tricks to combat civilian fear:
- Aviate, Navigate, Communicate. Pilots handle problems in that order. First, fly the plane — steady your breathing, plant your feet, drink water, take the one action that keeps you safe right now. Then figure out where you are and where you’re going. Only then loop in others. It beats panic-dialing three people while you’re still spiraling.
- Chair-fly the moment. Pilots rehearse in their heads. Picture the conversation with your doctor or your boss. Hear yourself start with a sentence you can actually say out loud. Then picture the first curveball and your calm reply.
- Pick a commit point. On a runway, there’s a speed after which you’re taking off no matter what. Give yourself a small, nonnegotiable commitment: “I will make the appointment by 3 p.m.” or “I will press the elevator button and ride one floor.”
- Brief the abort. Courage isn’t recklessness. Decide in advance what makes you stop — “If my heart rate spikes, I pause and breathe for 60 seconds,” or “If the talk gets heated, I suggest a five-minute break” — and you’ll be braver because you’re not improvising safety.
- Debrief without drama. Pilots review what went right and wrong without insults. After your “mission,” jot three lines: what worked, what didn’t, what I’ll do next time. Then close the notebook and live your life.
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