Departure Lounge

Where in the devil are we. Seems like only moments ago we were driving to the hospital. Why were we going to the hospital? Oh yes. I remember. It was my operation. Right. I was going to have a minor operation.

Don’t Sass Your Mamma

I followed the wake of the carrier until I was only a mile from her stern. Breaking radio silence, I called for help. Breaking radio silence was a real no-no; there were enemy submarines in the vicinity. “This is Red Fox leader. I’m desperately low on fuel, have a damaged aircraft and will need some deck illumination for a night landing. This is an emergency. I request a priority landing as I don’t have the fuel to proceed into a standard landing pattern.” The sun had already set and no moon was visible behind the cloud cover.

In Lieu of Flowers

There it was at the end of her letter. In lieu of flowers. No obit card. Nothing.
Just an afterthought; forgo the flowers. Send a donation to an obscure charity.