She put a white cloth couch in her fighter jet hangar office and it bugged the shit out of me.
Who She Was
“She” was Capt H., my boss in the 334th Aircraft Maintenance Unit at Seymour Johnson Air Force Base, and I was a young lieutenant and didn’t know dammit but I knew that if you commanded 300 troops who turned wrench…
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