Fires of Gehenna

It’s the last words I hear.

Death is a very sudden thing.



All eight of us are still in our flight gear, our flight simulators, large oval containment devices that stimulate g-forces and provide a 365 degree visual and audio reconstruction of warlike conditions, are in various states of shut-down, and we’re not far behind, standing straight since we’re supposed to be at attention, but mentally lapsing into self-pity, anger at our failure, or simple confusion at what exactly happened.

We know flying an SR-19 is hard. We’ve been told it for six weeks.

We’re being told it again.

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