1stLt (Ret) Arc

Hey Dad, Finally found some time to get a letter out to you. I'm quite blessed to not be in a bivouac or some mud hut right now, though I suppose this heat hits us all even if you're in some concrete slab building like I am. Y'know, it was all so sudden. One minute I'm taking off from the Matthew Barton and heading in towards Djibouti for a lazy little flyaround, and it seems like a few minutes after, it's night, and here I am dropping Paveways on oil tanks and Shilkas. Apparently our detachment did a damn good job cleaning up the Sahilian's air defense network. After about thirty minutes of hunting we didn't get bothered that much anymore. It's been a rather exciting past few weeks- finally getting my flight qualification was a blast. I got drunk, and then got an earful from some squid after I nearly toppled over the railing because of it. I feel bad because I should have been setting the example as an officer, but.. I guess it's all right to let loose on days like that, you know. We were only in Djibouti for a short bit, we flew once in a while- the most exciting it got there was when myself and other Black Sheep bird got scrambled and intercepted some Cessna. Dude was shook, we just turned him out of restricted airspace and let him loose. Then the deployment order came. It was close, there was buildup in the region. I didn't expect Sahil to do something that bold with us in the region, but life's full of surprises, isn't it? They must have been sure as hell to see the Stallions swing in and dump off India Company. I've got mad respect for those ground pounders of ours, especially with the threat of chemical weapons in the region. When you're never flying below a few thousand feet like we are, it's a little easy to feel the disconnect, but all Marines are brothers and sisters. That's what you said, right? I hope I can find one of their SCUDs somewhere and blow it up, that'd be a good feeling. I'm sure you're curious about the mysterious land your son has found himself in. What's it like, how it feels.. I'll tell you you're not missing much. It's sandy but not really a desert, consistently hot and iffy, and filled with fucking horseflies. I thought wearing a flightsuit would help but the fuckers go for the nose and the cheeks. One of those bastards bit me when I had just popped the canopy open and I smacked the thing so damn hard as it was flying off you can still see a bit of the stain on the glass in the cockpit. Got quite a laugh about that, and I exhausted the tiny ass bottle of smartphone screen cleaner that I had. Anyways I'm running out of paper. Gotta love my big handwriting. Tell mom I love her and I miss her. Hopefully this is over soon and I can come back home. -Charles

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Looking forward to seeing you in the skies with us.

Welcome aboard Mr. Leger. Always encouraging to see another pilot join us. Hope you enjoy your stay here!

Thanks gunny

Damn I remember when I did that mission with a group. Fun as shit. There's a couple other ones with that guy, hit me up when you're doing another one if you'll have me