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FIGHTER PILOT
FIGHTER PILOT
My mum once told me that my dad was a fighter pilot
Flying over Vietnam and Laos
Dropping bombs and killing.
He got five Migs
Before the missiles got him.
Yeah, my dad flew a Thunderchief.
He flew two hundred missions
Over that hell of a country
Until the missiles blew him away.
I never saw my dad
But he died a he...
Tuesday 19th June 2012 3:22 pm
STRIKE
STRIKE dedicated to F-105 pilots and their nuclear mission. Cuba 1962 anyone?
I can finally say I feel a strong sense of duty and contentment as I do my job, all I ever trained for has come together when events bigger than me come to life. My job is to end life, not your’s but your counterpart in the East. Mr Ivan Ivanovich in his collective Soviet missile factory making his nuc...
Friday 27th January 2012 10:54 pm
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