We call it flying in a black hole — no stars or ground lighting to guide you. You are flying a TP-3, a heavy, lumbering beast of an airplane, and you are just 350 feet above the ground, accelerating toward 150 knots. The cockpit glows an eerie Halloween green. Your captain indicates it’s time, and you reach up on the front of your helmet to snap a pair of green phosphorus night-vision goggles into place. Glancing out the open side window, you twist each NVG tumbler into focus, and black night suddenly reveals itself. You can see hedges, trees and cattle in the fields.