ReverendEK
Plinker
Imagine my joy on this warm April day to hear the familiar whine of the twin jet engines. Quickly my eyes dart through the sky to find the grey angel of death circling Terre Haute. Banking over my house! I stand there, in awe as it disappears over the trees and houses of my suburban park home. Then I stand a while longer to allow my ears to collect the remnants of any sound I could. Finally, she has flown to embrace another locality.
Safe steel and plentiful rounds,
REK
Safe steel and plentiful rounds,
REK