(June 24, 2011)
The maroon and black Sikorsky S-76C medium lift helicopter cruised at 120 knots five thousand feet above the ground. I didn't want to go any faster.
In the passenger baya rode a contingent of mga lobo and a pair of humans.
The mga lobo were Sweets, Candy, Lilly, Humphrey, Garth, Eve, Winston, and Tony. The humans were Brandon and Rich. Scar rode shotgun with me up in the cockpit.
I was dressed in my dress uniform. It was the first time I had worn it since the araw I crashed my F-22.
The reason for my wearing this was that I was attending the services of my deceased friend Jon.
The...
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