I was in a dogfight with a number of radical leftists from Tuscon, Arizona - guns a-blazing and they kept at it. When the battle destroyed the WJLA forums, we started our OWN battleground: the Sandbox. Little did I know that, out of the sun, would come an ambush. From twelve o'clock high they dove in, guns blazing and murder on their minds!
Smoking and in imminent danger of becoming a permanent part of the landscape, I swore I'd never go up again - and I slipped behind a cloud to make my escape. I was looking, looking hard, for a safe place to land and recouperate. I knew I had to find it, and find it fast, before THEY found ME!
I was never more happy to find that peaceful field so close to home. I kicked the rudder over and put 'er in a shallow dive....and here I am!
Yes, I still have that old helmet and goggles, and the silk scarf that SHE gave me - get choked up over some o' the old songs from back THEN. But I'm HERE, yessirree, I'm HERE.