(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 bucht rode a contingent of Wölfe and a pair of humans.
The Wölfe 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 Tag 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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