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Desperate dogfights are horrible, in their own, addictive way.
Writing letters home to the families of dead pilots is just horrible.
Staff meetings with higher-ranking officers, those are bad.
But the worst?
Sifting through piles and piles of applications to fill the hole in your squadron. One more self-serving, utterly unreal letter of recommendation, and he's going to shoot someone, just for some relief.
Wedge Antilles, a much put-upon man, storms into the bar, plunks himself down on a stool, and orders up a decent drink. He really needs it.
Writing letters home to the families of dead pilots is just horrible.
Staff meetings with higher-ranking officers, those are bad.
But the worst?
Sifting through piles and piles of applications to fill the hole in your squadron. One more self-serving, utterly unreal letter of recommendation, and he's going to shoot someone, just for some relief.
Wedge Antilles, a much put-upon man, storms into the bar, plunks himself down on a stool, and orders up a decent drink. He really needs it.