I love you, I won't kill you

The Marine Corps desert camouflage combat uniform hanging on the coat rack, like the uniforms of other Marine Corps soldiers and officers, all came from the production line of a garment workshop of a private defense contractor in Virginia.

The biggest difference between it and other uniforms is that there is a small golden metal bar on each side of the clothes.In addition, pinned to its left breast pocket is a gold medallion of large wings.Obviously, the owner of this military uniform is a Marine Corps second lieutenant officer pilot.

At this moment, the second lieutenant pilot did not go to get the uniform.On the contrary, she quickly opened the closet on the side of the coat rack, took out a set of morning jogging sportswear, and put it on.

He fixed the MP3 player strapped to his left arm, wore headphones, and ran out of the room with the key to the officer's villa.According to the habit of every cadet pilot who lived here before, he put the key under the door mat when going out.

She has persisted in this self-psychological and physiological adjustment method every morning for 13 years.For 13 years, she's run trails in Jasmine National Forest, Marine Corps Base Quantico, and the runway at Naval Air Station Pensacola.Now, she's doing it again on Coronado's North Island at Naval Station San Diego.

Go out and turn left into the access road of the residential area, run until the west east road on the north side, turn right again, and turn right into Wright Avenue after reaching the intersection.From Wright Boulevard to the southernmost point, turn right onto JE Road, then right again onto Quentin Roosevelt Boulevard.

The avenue has long been a favorite of the ensign pilot, as she can run along it admiring the Navy helipad off a parking lot to the left.Although the pad for 12 U.S. Navy Seahawk helicopters does not have the same Super Cobra attack helicopter she pilots, she can still see the rotorcraft every morning.

"Hey, from the Marine Corps." A young white man with a summer smile on his face greeted happily when he saw the Marine Corps tattoo on the second lieutenant's left shoulder.

"Good morning!" The second lieutenant didn't intend to stop running, and continued to run forward.

"Hi, good morning. Marine, do you work here?" The young man quickened his pace and asked after catching up with the second lieutenant.

"Yes, how about you?"

"Hmm, but I don't think I've seen you before."

The second lieutenant glanced at him and said lightly, "Hmm, I haven't seen you either."

The young white man smiled and said, "I've only been in Coronado Island for a little over a month. Wow, I never thought I'd be training at Naval Air Station San Diego."

The second lieutenant smiled slightly, "Me too."

"Really? You are also a student pilot who went to the island with me for training?"

"Um, no. Uh, what aircraft are you flying?"

The young Caucasian man pointed to the apron on the left, and said proudly, "Look, the 'Seahawk' on the outermost right side of the apron is my new car. How about it?"

The second lieutenant nodded as he ran, and said before putting on his earphones, "Oh, I see."

The young Caucasian man intends to continue the conversation, because he thinks the second lieutenant looks very healthy and very beautiful.Then he asked, "You know!? So, can you tell me what model you were assigned to fly?"

From the look in the ensign's eyes, she just wanted to maintain a working relationship with the Navy pilot.He said very calmly, "There is another apron north of your apron, where there is another aircraft besides 'Seahawk'."

"Good morning, Second Lieutenant!" Captain Scott Hansen's voice came from his body.

"Good morning, Captain!" The second lieutenant smiled a little more on his face.

"Good morning, Captain! I am a graduate of the Coast Guard Academy, Second Lieutenant Pilot Kyle..." The young white man was about to say his last name to the captain, but was interrupted by the captain, "Coast Guard pilot ? Uh huh, I see."

Then, the captain smiled and said to the young white man, "Second Lieutenant, I'm sorry I interrupted your 'early morning pick-up operation'. If you don't mind, the two Marine Corps officers have something to talk about."

"Uh, no problem. Oh, uh, okay." The young white man was a little embarrassed and left alone.

"McLaren, I didn't expect to meet you on Roosevelt Avenue at 6 o'clock on Sunday morning." Hansen said.

"Captain, I haven't forgotten that I'm a Marine." Ensign Amanda McLaren replied.

The two quickly turned right from Quentin Roosevelt Boulevard and ran onto West East Road again.This block consisting of four officers' residences looks like a rectangle on the map, so no matter how Amanda runs around it, she always turns right.

"Very good! Mike, have you... heard any news?" Hansen asked in a low voice.

"No. Captain, what news do you know?" Amanda asked curiously.

"Well, you know how bad the Marines are on the ground in Iraq right now. I think the big guys in the Pentagon and San Diego want to send in some more air support from home. That way, at least you can avoid paying as much as possible." The cost of casualties of the ground troops." Captain Hansen said seriously.

Amanda believed that she was ready to go to Iraq, but she still didn't expect this day to come so soon.He said hastily, "But, I have only come to Coronado Island for training for more than four months. Will these big shots send a recruit to the front line?"

The pair were already on their second lap when they turned right onto Wright Avenue.The captain said, "Recruit? Mike, you are no longer a recruit. Remember, you are now a fully qualified Marine Corps pilot."

Hansen looked at Amanda's face, and said in a gentle tone, "If the big shots don't deploy you to Iraq in advance this time. Do you know how much time you have for training?"

Amanda's face was a little dignified, and she replied mechanically, "There are still nearly two months."

"Second Lieutenant, take it easy. Didn't our President Bush Jr. say that he would withdraw 7 people in July next year?"

"Yes, he also said that 5700 people will be withdrawn this Christmas. Someone has to go home, someone has to leave the house, no?"

Captain Hansen nodded, and while jogging, he looked at the scenery of the officer's residential area, "Yes. I hope that Assad Airport is not the place where the nightmare begins."

Amanda asked, "Captain, is this airport the specific location of the air wing stationed in Iraq?"

"That's right. The 3rd Marine Air Wing stationed in Iraq is stationed at Assad Airport."

"Well, I see."

Since late September until now, Amanda has had the opportunity to be the active pilot of the "Super Cobra" attack helicopter.She can completely autonomously control a fully armed attack helicopter from land to Pacific Ocean, to naval fleet ships and safely land on them.More commercial flying allowed her to gain more flying experience and gave her more responsibility.

However, the captain's news touched her a bit, and she was not even sure whether the captain's words were true.Now that word has reached the Fleet Replenishment Squadron, there is a possibility that her plans will be disrupted.

When she returned to the temporary villa after the third lap, Amanda was so depressed that she threw the MP3 on the kitchen table.He opened the refrigerator and took out a large bottle of drinking water, and drank it in one gulp, thinking about it while drinking.

"If the news is true, what should I do to prepare?"

"If I am really sent to Iraq to perform tasks in advance, how long will my service period be?"

"What should I do if my helicopter is shot down by the Iraqis or the Taliban?"

"If the Iraqis caught me as a prisoner of war, would they torture me?"

For a while, her mind was filled with these questions.Amanda didn't even seem to hear the phone ringing in the room.

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