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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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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)

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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.

Aw shit. Retirement? I guess thats why you're sleepless.

Land on the highway and pick me up. I'll have a bottle of bourbon ready to go.

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I appreciate the sentiment. My take offs have always been followed by a landing. (Followed by a bourbon toast: how the hell did I pull that off again?) no joke I love flying.

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no joke I love flying.

Swing low sweet chariot and remember to do a barrel roll for Sky King!