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Sunday, July 24th, 2002
“I think I'll light up...” The captain exclaimed in a gruff voice as he flicked his lighter, lit up and took a long drag on the Freeagle 100 Tennessee hand-rolled cigar.
“Forty years and this city has remained pretty much the same. I remember it like this back in 1962. Just not as many signs...”
A VTOL aircraft buzzed by overhead as it coasted over towards the city of blinking lights. The Captain paid it little mind.
As he looked over, he reminisced to the older days back during the red scare. While things looked the same, they were quite different then. The tenseness, the anxiety, all of that is gone now. The Captain thought about this buzzing metropolis and felt conflicting thoughts. He saved this place, yet in saving it he enabled the sense of moral decay that has persisted for decades. This modern empire and the clunky technology that everyone took for granted could any time collapse like the great empires of the past. All it would take is another conflict – another enemy. He had fought too many already and with each one defeated, another would appear in its place, just as tenacious to the last. A god damn game of whack-a-mole.
The Captain lit up another cigar. Too many thoughts for now.
He then strolled off to the Hot Chicks lounge to enjoy a couple bottles of whiskey. Duty would call tomorrow and tonight was an opportunity to relax and take it all in before the next deployment.
- The Desert Fox
“I think I'll light up...” The captain exclaimed in a gruff voice as he flicked his lighter, lit up and took a long drag on the Freeagle 100 Tennessee hand-rolled cigar.
“Forty years and this city has remained pretty much the same. I remember it like this back in 1962. Just not as many signs...”
A VTOL aircraft buzzed by overhead as it coasted over towards the city of blinking lights. The Captain paid it little mind.
As he looked over, he reminisced to the older days back during the red scare. While things looked the same, they were quite different then. The tenseness, the anxiety, all of that is gone now. The Captain thought about this buzzing metropolis and felt conflicting thoughts. He saved this place, yet in saving it he enabled the sense of moral decay that has persisted for decades. This modern empire and the clunky technology that everyone took for granted could any time collapse like the great empires of the past. All it would take is another conflict – another enemy. He had fought too many already and with each one defeated, another would appear in its place, just as tenacious to the last. A god damn game of whack-a-mole.
The Captain lit up another cigar. Too many thoughts for now.
He then strolled off to the Hot Chicks lounge to enjoy a couple bottles of whiskey. Duty would call tomorrow and tonight was an opportunity to relax and take it all in before the next deployment.
- The Desert Fox
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Impressive amount of detail, man! I have visited New York City back about 7 years ago, and although I have never personally been to Brooklyn, this definitely does have a very Brooklyn feel to it, based on what little I do know about it.
Captain Freeagle speaks the truth. If history means anything, if the American people have no outer enemy to fight, we start cannibalizing our own society, our own inner corruption seeping upwards, downwards, rightwards and leftwards.
Reminds me of Smedley Butler, come to think of it.
Captain Freeagle speaks the truth. If history means anything, if the American people have no outer enemy to fight, we start cannibalizing our own society, our own inner corruption seeping upwards, downwards, rightwards and leftwards.
Reminds me of Smedley Butler, come to think of it.
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