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[Aug. 25th, 2008|01:20 pm] |
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I'm going home at the end of this week and spending a long weekend with my parents and sister. Art, you want to come along for the ride? |
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[Aug. 16th, 2008|09:46 am] |
I haven't had sex (with another person) in six months. Life's been simpler that way.
And I wonder if I can make it for 12. |
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| Third Person, Narrative |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|12:06 pm] |
Life was good, and Lance was happy.
He was working, he was back in the plane, and his flashbacks and insane level of anxiety was under control, thanks to the military's doctors. Work was going well and he really, really enjoyed it more than he ever would have believed he could. Teaching was more rewarding, interesting, and challenging than he'd expected, and he had to admit the pay increase that came with the rank of General was damn nice.
He no longer expected to die before he turned 40. His dog, time share that she was, was growing and keeping him out of his house, moving and laughing.
He hadn't had sex in months.
He was almost as surprised by how little he missed the sex as he was by how much he liked teaching. By how much he liked life, by how unafraid he was of growing old alone, and how much he was looking forward to working until he retired, a gray-haired, cranky old man. |
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[Jul. 8th, 2008|04:35 pm] |
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I have been on base way, way too long. Anyone want to catch me up with what's going on out there? |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2008|03:05 pm] |
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I hate the fourth of July. |
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[Jun. 24th, 2008|08:41 am] |
I'm going to Pride. I'm going to Pride in uniform.
I think I have lost my mind. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2008|03:40 pm] |
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About once a year someone in maintaince gets stupid, and leaves a clipboard and pen in a cockpit This year, I was the lucky pilot. I am fine, the plane is fine. The maintaince man will recover. |
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| Third Person, Closed |
[May. 17th, 2008|10:51 am] |
Lance was working.
On base, with his guys and planes.
Lance might look down and notice that there was a city outside the base some time. It might even be some time soon. It wouldn't be today. |
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[May. 6th, 2008|06:24 pm] |
I've been home for two months.
I've gotten a promotion and a part-time dog.
And this weekend I'm getting back in the air.
It's going to be a good summer. |
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[Apr. 26th, 2008|06:25 am] |
It's a good thing puppies are cute. If they weren't, there'd be no dogs.
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[Apr. 19th, 2008|11:35 pm] |
Oh, fuck you, Tampa.
Or better yet, fuck me. |
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[Apr. 14th, 2008|04:35 pm] |
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Anybody want a puppy? One of the guys on base got unexpectedly deployed and dropped her off in my office. I promised that I'd make sure she had a good home. |
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| Third Person, Plot |
[Apr. 7th, 2008|09:52 am] |
Lance was stronger, faster, smarter -
He didn't fail to notice any of it. He just failed to care much. It was Tampa. It was a seven. There were worse things that could have happened. If worse things had happened, or were happening, he wasn't going to look too hard for them.
Someday, maybe even soon, he'd have the resources to worry about the rest of Tampa.
That day wasn't today, and his concern didn't extend outside people he was actually responsible for. |
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[Mar. 30th, 2008|09:39 am] |
There really isn't much more satisfying than making newbie's puke in planes.
Not that it's hard. |
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[Mar. 24th, 2008|10:46 am] |
All right, let's see if I can do this thing.
Everyone who knows I was gone at all knows that I'm back six months early. Since I don't actually know stupid people, you all realize that means something bad happened. I can't talk about the specifics, and wouldn't want to if I could, but yeah - something bad happened.
The long and short of it is: what happened doesn't matter. What does matter is that I'm back, and if you're going to continue to be part of my life, you're going to have to deal with my shit. It's not fair. In fact, it sucks donkey balls. It's still truth. Fortunately, there's always a choice and no one's going to make you stay involved.
So, all my cards on the table.
I react badly and sometimes violently to being startled.
There are sights, sounds and smells that set me off. I can't always anticipate them.
I am not interested in physical anything - affection, intimacy, just plain touch.
Being needed pisses me off; being pressured makes me shut down.
I am emotionally remote and unstable.
I'm working on it all, but it's not going to get better overnight. Some of it will probably never go away. It's not your fault. Think of yourself as a casualty of war if it helps and walk away if you need to. No one gets a purple heart for putting up with shit from their friends.
Yeah, I'm still an attention whore fly-boy, why do you ask?
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| Third Person Closed, Plot. |
[Mar. 17th, 2008|11:25 am] |
It was his first day back at work, in any capacity. That meant organizing an office, meeting a new secretary and tackling stacks and stacks of personnel files, for potential trainees. He knew damn well that it was the 17th, and that as a result Tampa would be crazy. After Arthur's update, he even knew how Tampa was crazy.
He tried really hard to feel bad that his reaction was essentially : Fuck that. He even prodded around to see if he was feeling like a coward for deciding to stay on base. In the end, he didn't even get close to either one. Things on base were moving along smoothly - not so much as a ripple of craziness. It was a nice little island of sanity.
And Lance was staying the fuck there, thanks. |
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[Mar. 13th, 2008|07:12 am] |
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Last weekend before I go back on duty. I'm looking forward to it.
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[Mar. 7th, 2008|04:55 pm] |
Six months ago, one of my worst fears was being promoted - I didn't want to give up my plane.
Today, I got promoted. I could pitch a high, holy fit about it, but I'm not going to. I'll still be flying, but I'll be flying as an instructor and in demonstrations. And there are a whole lot more idiots I can yell at, as a Major.
There are worse welcome backs.
Thanks, Tampa. |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2008|11:53 am] |
Good afternoon, Tampa. This is your Captain speaking.
We are in our final approach, with arrival expected day after tomorrow. Please fasten your seatbelts and make sure your seats are in an upright position. Upon arrival please wait for the plane to come to a complete stop and form an orderly line before attempting to disembark - or mob the pilot. |
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