My Iranian Friend

Author: Carl Craig

We were the first small class in a while at CBM. 80-02 - Warhawk/Taurus (1979). When I got my BOQ room, I went into the kitchen to find a few items in the drawers and cabinets and tossed everything in the garbage. About an hour later, I hear a knock at my interior room door from the kitchen. I open the door expecting to see one of my classmates, but to my surprise, Mohsen Khorrami, an Iranian student, was standing there. We became friends, and I even loaned him my Corvette for a few "Hot" dates.

He elected to leave and go back to Iran when the mess started. He was reluctant and was afraid of being killed as a Shah loyalist. He told me if we went to war he would not fly and face the consequences. We wrote each other until the DO came to see me in my flight room and directed me to terminate my mail to "an enemy of the state." I don't know how they knew we were writing, but I stopped.

For years, I worried about him. Then, about 10 years ago, he pops up on my FaceBook feed. 747 Captain, alive and well, with grandkids like me. It was great to know he survived the ordeal.

Now that the situation in Iran is tense as it has been in many decades, I hope the Iranians free themselves and my friend and I can see each other again.