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A black butterfly floats on wings in the sky a deadly predator, a mote blazing in the sun before gods watchful eye

Above the gyre of war the raptor careful, dances among the billowy air like dust in a firestorm almost untouchable. a jewel of perfect lethality.

A black butterfly floats on wings in the sky a deadly predator, a mote blazing in the sun before gods watchful eye Above the gyre of war the raptor careful, dances among the billowy air like dust in a firestorm almost untouchable. a jewel of perfect lethality.

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I spent my life in kc-10s

no shit?

Just looked it up. So what'd you do aboard? Pilot or refuel? Or is that controlled by the pilot?

Seems like a finnicky fucking job. Like if you get one thing wrong everyone on board dies.

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Yes

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Yes

So how long did you do that for, and how long have you been bald from the stress of regular life-and-death encounters?

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26 years tomorrow, it’s been my whole life, I’m going to step to the jet on June 4th for the last time. It tugs at my heart. I absolutely love the kc-10 it’s been my world since 1995 (after 10 years flying the c-141)