A Joke About A Helicopter Revealed A Past They Never Expected

of in the sky. When she died, I’d already been retired three years. Medical discharge. Shrapnel in my back. PTSD they said. Grounded permanently.

But I’d never stopped being a pilot.

I opened my eyes.

The rotor was at full speed now. The V9 strained against its own weight, eager to fly.

I pulled collective.

The skids lifted off the hangar floor.

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