11 February 2010

On Snow...

As I sat in the cockpit of the aircraft, I looked down Wheeler Sack Army Airfield's Runway 3 and grimaced. The clouds--dark, grey and pregnant with snow--hung a mere hundred feet above my head. Sheets of sleet and snow streaked sideways, coating the windshield so thickly that I almost wished I were back in the middle of an Iraqi sandstorm.

I looked across the cockpit at the pilot next to me, who smirked and quipped "Ah, just a typical day at Fort Drum..."

I smacked the pause button. "You know, it's bad enough that the weather's bad outside. Did you have to ruin my day in the simulator, too?"

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