Behold! The Empty Tomb…

(Part IV) YV-411, airborne over Venezuela. The sky was growing a deeper shade of blackish-blue as the South American evening crawled slowly along. The shock of having the business end of a 9mm pointed at his head had begun to subside as he went about the business of flying the Beechcraft. Consulting the hand-held GPS that accompanied…
Light posting this week — That Which Makes Other Things Possible (otherwise known as YHS day job) is keeping him quite occupied in the early part of the week and issues of greater import take precedence later this week (Holy Week – more to follow). Flight Deck Friday will take a pause here this week,…
From the Fleet…around the world and always on watch. Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and peace and prosperity in the new year to come. – Steeljaw Scribe
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The Playing Field In his far off conscious he heard it – the incessant ringing of the phone on the bulkhead. Not just any ring either – more like a loud clattering and right now it was the most annoying sound intruding into his world. Wearily, he rolled out of the top bunk, carefully avoiding…