Wednesday, September 26, 2018

New Year's celebration


New Year arrived, 1967. 

At midnight, flares popped all over the perimeter -- parachute flares that hung in the quiet air, star clusters arcing into the dark sky and then raining down green and red and white comets. The celebration lasted about five minutes, then a voice of angry authority was on the command net.

"All Comanche elements, this is Comanche Three. All unauthorized firing will cease immediately! Echo Six, Foxtrot Six, Golf Six and Hotel Six will determine who is firing the flares and will take appropriate disciplinary action. Out."

 And another voice on the radio: "Well, Happy Motherfuckin New Year to you, too. Over."

 Comanche Three did not reply.

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