Interesting. I did instinctively roll into him, he in fact zoomed by and quite by accident I found myself at his six. He must have wondered where I was when he suddenly broke left in a steep turn. That's when I broke right and departed the area not knowing for sure where this might lead too.
Looking back, maybe I could have been a fighter pilot except that SAC drafted our entire F-86 class due to a shortage of bomber and tanker pilots. it was fate, as they say, quite a number of guys did not survive VN in fighters, no tanker pilots bit the dust that I know of although we did see a MIG one day. He high tailed it when he saw the 2 F-4's escorting us. The KC-135 had no defense except to go full throttle and depart the area. The 135 would go through Mach 1 straight and level although is was forbidden due to mach meter error.
Those were days of uncertainty - seemed like that conflict would never end. One of my friends in the tanker outfit volunteered for 105's, the shortage was reversed now due to Thud losses, he was killed on his first mission up north. We set up a tanker cross country from Texas to California to get him on his way to VN after 105 training that November. Three months later we attended a funeral service in OK, his body was never recovered. War is ****, don't ever think it isn't and that one was awful with its politically imposed limitations. Over 59,000 body bags and no victory, what a mess it was.