Tuesday, January 16, 2007

F-16 Ballet

The roar of fighter jets filled the air at work, yesterday. I don't know what they were doing, but they were flying low, and maneuvering in air-show fashion. A few times I thought surely they'd crash into the plant. It was entertaining, but also a little scary. They'd go into a formation, then roar away, breaking off into a circle, or figure 8 type maneuver.

I always imagine how frightening it'd be to see those things coming at me, knowing they had bombs strapped on 'em that were intended for yours truly. I imagined that yesterday, too. That, and how terrifying it would be to see bombs fall away from the wing nacelles as the plane flew over. I thought of that dream I had where those drones were hunting me down. It's a helpless, hopeless feeling. There would be no where to hide. No way to get away.

It makes me feel safer, too, though. I'm glad they're OURS. It's comforting to know that it's our ENEMIES that have to feel that horrific fear, not us.

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