Flight of fantasy

Its Saturday morning, 3am…. just checked up on my favorites – glad to see everyone is alive and doing, if not doing well [smiles]

Why do we enforce a no-fly-zone with bombings? If its an air-interdict, isn’t air interdiction warrented?

I can feel it…. sitting in the cockpit of a modern fighter craft. The g-force holding me firmly against my seat. The forward view of desert ripping by so quickly, so smoothly. I can easily forget the mammoth airframe behind me.

The take-offs and landings – – those are the real hard part. Thats when I can actually dork up and die. Thats when I’m nervous. But now, once I’m in the air? The plane and I are one. She’s an extension of my neck and arms. No, if something happens to me in the air…well, I’ll see it coming at any rate. And I can always pull the yellow lanyards over my head.

I’m not out here to kill. I’m out here to cruise. To take a walk around this park. To enjoy the ride. To shoot if I have to, bu only if I have to. And I’m only shooting, I’m not killing. Not unless they shoot first. Then I’d have to kill them. If they shoot at me, then they already decided their life was forfeit.

They might get lucky…. I might not make my shot!

But they will know. They will remember, and they will tremble. And I will continue to fly.

I love watching my shadow move across the ground. It’s funny, but I don’t quite look like that when I’m standing on my feet.

This has got to be the best job in the world.