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After 15 years I still do miss it. At times, terribly, because of the shipmates I had over the years. The noise of flight ops, the HCT-10 in my hydraulic shops on Ranger and Kitty Hawk, the Boatwain’s Pipe and on and on.
That funny looking trawler waiting off the VACapes. The Cape Henry Light coming over the horizon. Things like that. Yeah. I still miss it. Oh, how I do MISS IT.