Perspectives of Earth from the ISS

It began with a phone call – “It always begins with a damn phone call…” the young LT thought morosely to himself.  Any other time he would be drinking in the warmth of the Florida sun, enjoying the beach, such as it was, across the highway from Patrick AFB, but not this time.

Part I here. “Yeah, should be a good night for hunting – wonder what we’ll bag tonight…” he thought as he walked out to the waiting Hawkeye with the Skipper. “Omaha 51, check right one o’clock, 4 miles, heading 280, angels 3…” “51, negative contact” Damn he thought, Is this guy blind or what?