So last night, after the strange television combination of watching the president speak, Botson Public and then Married by America (I was bored, and too lazy to find the remote to change the channel), I dreamt that I was shipped off to military service in prep for the coming war.
As-a-fighter-pilot.
Bwaaahhaa! It was the weirdest thing. There was a whole group of say 30 people being 'shipped out', and the one person I knew who was there? Jay Allen. We were in orientation, and I kept trying to tell people that I had never flown a plane - not even a 4 second "here's the stick just hold it steady" kind of thing in a friend's cessna - not even a championship round of Flight Sim.
Jay was himself, but also a pilot with tons of hours of flight time, very excited to be headed into battle, giving people all kinds of really useful advice about how to dodge live fire and how to escape radar lock or something. He had super Top Gun gear - jump suit, helmet with hoses coming out of it - you name it. Everyone else got the 'rental' gear which consisted of a large plastic bubble kind of helmet, and a styrofoam bicycle helmet that was meant to be a liner for the bubble thing. The problem was that the bicycle helmet thing didn't fit inside the bubble, so I had to choose between them. Shock absorption or bobble-style bubble head thing. I insisted on taking both and figured I could try to carve the stryfoam thing to fit underneath.
With head protection in tow, we 'moved out' to get some food, supplies and head to our first mission. No simulator time, no practice, just "Ok, let's go engage". On the way over I decided in my dream that this was a STUPID dream and that since it was a dream I could just wake up.
Good thing for me - sure wish it were true for the troops we're [unfortunately] sending into battle. My thoughts are with you guys and gals.
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