The Aviator

I’m five and a half thousand feet above sea level in zone 605. I finish the turn and check one last time that there’s nothing but fields below us. He makes sure again that his belt and parachute restrains are tightened. The hat and sunglasses don’t do much to hide his white hair and wrinkles. … Continue reading The Aviator



“You have three and a half minutes to get yourselves in uniform and get out here - be late, I fucking dare you!” The commander’s voice bellowed from outside our tent. They sent us to bed just an hour ago. What horrible sin did I commit in my past lives to deserve this? How does … Continue reading Jarhead