I love you, I won't kill you

The arrival of Victoria gave Amanda a little psychological comfort.However, this does not change the psychological impact of Captain Hansen's words on her.

Every morning at 5 o'clock in the morning, Amanda, who is sleeping soundly, will automatically open her eyes to remind herself that she should get out of bed and start physical training.Between physical training sessions, she wondered if senior Marine Corps officials in the Pentagon or Quantico were preparing to issue an order for her to be stationed in Iraq early.

The mental anxiety, unease, or waiting for that order could last until she sat in the cockpit of the Super Cobra attack helicopter.And every night when she fell asleep, she was thankful that the officers of the Landing Corps hadn't forgotten about it.

Yes, Marine Corps officers sometimes forget things, but they also remind themselves of things they should be doing.For example, [-]nd Lieutenant Amanda McLaren's flight training program is over, but she still has to go through junior officer training at the Marine Corps Basic School before entering the front-line air wing.

No Marine Corps officer can escape the basic school of junior training, because only after 6 months of junior officer training, she (he) these young junior officers can be equipped as a Marine Corps leader.

Two months ago, Captain Hansen had said that Amanda had become a Marine Corps pilot fully qualified to enter the front-line combat unit.However, he was only half right.

Because it is not the ultimate goal to train Amanda to be an excellent Marine Corps pilot, but to train her to be a qualified officer is the real original intention.At least, all the military services in the United States now believe that pilots must be leaders first and professionals in their fields second.

As time went on, Amanda's good day at the Naval Base Air Station in San Diego came to an end. On this day, January 08, 1, she could finally draw a perfect end to her career as a Marine Corps pilot.

Before returning to the temporary residence of the flight officer at the air station, Victoria said to Amanda beside her, "Are you all right?"

Amanda glanced at her, "I'm fine."

"Well, if you have something to say to me, we can go to 'my bar'." Victoria said.

The bar she was talking about was on Quentin Roosevelt Boulevard, which Amanda used for her early morning runs.Quite a few Navy, Marine Corps or Coast Guard flight officers go there for a drink when there is no special training program.

Promptly enhancing the friendship among flying colleagues or exchanging each other's flying experience can relieve the tension, excitement, and exhaustion after flying every day to a certain extent.Although the effect varies from person to person, it does allow them to maximize their subjective initiative in the next day's flight work.

"No thanks. I don't think I'm in the mood for a drink tonight." Amanda shook her head.

"Okay. Well, go back now?"

"Go back? Uh, I think we can go to the Starbucks in front and have a chat."

Turning the corner, the two came to Rogers Road near the Navy and Air Force Golf Course outside the air terminal.A small-scale Starbucks coffee airport branch stands quietly beside the road.

Sitting in the last row of window seats, Amanda gently swirls a 16-ounce iced vanilla latte with vanilla syrup and skim milk through a plastic straw.Victoria, who sat across from her, ordered a 16-ounce iced hazelnut macchiato with espresso and vanilla syrup, iced skim milk, and hazelnut spread.

Victoria used a straw to gently stir the ice cubes in the coffee cup a few times, staring at the night in San Diego outside the window, and whispered, "Is everything packed?"

Amanda lowered her head and took a sip of coffee through a straw.He nodded when he looked up, "Well, most of the things have been sent, except for the car."

"Well, I think you can still drive it back to Quantico."

"Maybe, it won't last that long and it'll end up paralyzed in an unnamed town off an interstate in New Mexico, Texas, Arkansas, or Tennessee."

"God, this is totally going across America."

Amanda leaned back in the chair and glanced at Victoria, "That's right. Uh, how about I lend it to you?"

Victoria glanced at her in surprise, "Lend it to me?"

"Yeah, anyway, you have to stay here for a few months. Maybe, Alena and Rebecca will also come here for training. In this way, you can drive around San Diego during your vacation. gone."

"Exactly. Amanda, why is it so... troublesome to be a Marine Corps officer?"

"It's funny. It's not trouble, it's Marine Corps tradition, a Marine officer's 'crossroads.'"

"Crossroads, a very apt description. So, what will happen to the car when I finish training?" Victoria asked.

"You can sell it or keep it." Amanda replied calmly.

"Okay. The car is yours. Of course I will respect your opinion. If it is sold, I will transfer the money to your account."

"Fine, that's all."

It was warm and cozy when I came to San Diego, but it was so quiet when I left San Diego.Amanda didn't have much time to say goodbye to Nina's family, and it was even less likely to have any annoying entanglements with Fernanda for the sake of passion in bed.So before she left, she just left something she wanted to say in their voicemails.

At 9 p.m., she will board a Marine Corps C130J "Hercules" transport plane that took off from San Diego Naval Base and head directly to Turner Field at Quantico Base, Virginia.There, she will begin a six-month training in military fundamentals, junior officer duties and military skills.

The "Hercules" transport plane parked on the airport runway has started four six-blade turboprop engines.Amanda, dressed in the autumn and winter military uniform of the Marine Corps, stood in front of the open cargo door at the rear, and glanced at the huge black hole-like belly cargo compartment behind her.Putting down the marching backpack in his hand, he saluted Victoria, "Second Lieutenant Cranston, goodbye!"

Victoria's eyes were a little moist, and she replied with a military salute, "Lieutenant McLaren, I wish you good luck!"

When the two hugged each other tightly, she whispered in Amanda's ear, "We will meet again in 6 months!"

Amanda smiled slightly, sniffing the other person's body scent, "I will definitely, Lieutenant Cranston!"

Even though military transport planes are exempt from air traffic control on civilian air lines, it still takes nearly nine hours to fly from the West Coast to the East Coast.At 9 o'clock the next morning, Amanda walked out of the tail of the "Hercules" transport plane with her luggage.

When she received her order to train at the Quantico Basic School, the address given to her was the Base Marine Corps University Annex.But now, without a car, it's a 2.4-mile walk from Turner Field to Marine Corps University.In other words, she had to walk on two legs for 48 minutes to reach her destination.

Walking on the Cannian Road outside the runway at the standard pace of the Marine Corps, Amanda took a deep breath of the breath from the Potomac River in winter, "Well, it's the same wave as before I left. Tomac River."

Inadvertently, she noticed a silver Chrysler multi-purpose station wagon parked on the shoulder of the road, and a Marine Corps officer in autumn and winter army uniform was standing beside the vehicle.When she walked up to the officer, she suddenly smiled slightly.

Putting down his bags, he stood at attention to salute and said loudly, "Major Smith, good morning!"

Major Megan Smith raised the corners of his mouth and said in return, "Good morning, Second Lieutenant McLaren!"

The two looked at each other happily, and Megan looked at both sides of the quiet and deserted airport road, "Second Lieutenant, do you need a ride?"

Amanda said softly, "Yes, sir."

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