Solo flight
- cdavid508
- Apr 3, 2024
- 1 min read
Getting drowsy… Nose begins pointing 10 degrees below horizontal. In my fugue state I’m sighting down the barrel of my AR-15, taking out another enemy. Everyone’s an enemy.
Alarms and my copilot are suddenly screaming “PULL UP!”
I snap awake, unaware of my fate in the windshield.
“Sup?” I ask my copilot.
A crash. Oblivion.
Another reason to keep one’s firearms obsession separate from learning to pilot an airplane.
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