I visited a chap named Barry yesterday for a chin wag and a cuppa. He gave me my tea then said he had something for me, it was a whole heap of Wings...
You stopped the balloon spying on your troops for a while and managed to live through the ordeal of fire. Not a bad result I think. Pity Ares do not...
Served in US Air Force. Author. Former Outward Bound Instructor, whitewater river and alpine mountaineering guide. Sailed over from Anchorage SoG to enjoy the view from the cockpit.