I love you, I won't kill you

Alena replied, "Well, I like this rule. Serving with good friends can increase the cooperation and coordination of a team."

Amanda smiled slightly, "If you want, I can apply to join your team."

"Really? Well, if you were there to cover me, I think my chances of survival would be much better."

"Well, I can't guarantee that. At least, neither of us is the driver yet." Amanda said.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, the pilot's contract is for 6 years. Right now, we're just getting started." Alena curled her lips easily.

In fact, both Alena and Amanda would have served in their first Fleet Squadron had it not been for the money-burning war that dragged the United States and its military into the quagmire of wars in the Middle East.

Serving in a squadron in the fleet, the first voyage with the US Navy's fleet generally lasts 2-4 years.Often new pilots serving at this stage are assigned various jobs, none of which are their flying jobs.This phenomenon in the naval aviation force is called "disengagement sailing" by the navy.

The work they are required to do every day will take on more responsibility and officer duties.The performance in these jobs and the flying skills they possess will largely determine whether they are suitable for the positions of commanders at all levels.

As the new pilots of the Marine Corps, Amanda and the two stayed in the desert all day doing work similar to the army aviation, but the inherent growth stage of "disengagement flight", the inherent growth stage of naval aviation pilots, still needs to continue. stick with it.

The squadron commander assigned Alena few flying missions, the main purpose of which was to get her used to the operation of the entire squadron.And Amanda, who was late for Shanshan, will receive her first combat flight mission in her life?Judging from the stable confrontation between the enemy and the enemy on the Iraqi battlefield this year, it seems impossible.

"Amanda, what are you doing?" Alena hugged her computer and got off the bed.

"Well, I was looking for something. You want to lie on my bed?" Amanda moved to the left side of the bed.

"Yeah, I finally have a chance to lie on the same bed with you." Alena sat on the computer with her arms in her arms.

Amanda glanced at her, but said nothing.Just keep browsing the web.Alena stretched her head over, stared at the computer screen, and said in amazement, "Oh, so you're logging into the website of the United States Parachute Association?"

"Hmm, are you interested?"

"Well, there is some interest. Amanda, how did you get your Marine Corps parachute badge?" Alena leaned on Amanda's right shoulder, joking.

"I got it after the parachute test at the new barracks at Balis Island." Amanda replied with a serious face.

"How can a second lieutenant flight officer who already has excellent military parachuting ability be interested in this kind of civil organization?" Alena couldn't help but wonder.

Amanda smiled slightly, "I have some personal hobbies, but I don't want to be considered by the law enforcement brigade as encroaching on the Marine Corps' military property."

Alena blinked, "What personal hobby?"

"Well, BASE jumping, extreme paragliding, etc."

"Basic jumping? Wow, cool. I guess it's one of those skyscrapers, cliffs, towers, or bridges you're jumping off of, with a parachute on your back and you can't fail."

"Hmm, that's exactly right. Now, are you still interested?" Amanda squinted at her.

"Sweetheart, we are genuine pilots of the Marine Corps, and we can even avoid RPG attacks in the air in an old 'Huey'. I don't think the kind of movement you mentioned should scare me." Ah Lena answered very confidently.

"Well, that's a good idea. But let me tell you, low-altitude skydiving can only be legally performed on the third Saturday in October every year in the continental United States."

"Why? This is our freedom, our private right, and the US government cannot interfere." Alaina was very puzzled.

"Please. This sport is too dangerous. It only takes 5 seconds at most to open the parachute from the jump. How many people in the world do you think can return to the ground perfectly and alive?"

"Really? Well, tell me."

"Globally, remember I said all countries, there are only about 1000 people playing the sport. And, of those people, only 50 are the top players."

Alena exclaimed in amazement, "Really? This is so cool. Tell me, what do I need to do to get to this point?"

Amanda touched her with her shoulder, "Calm down. First, we want to find a way to become a member of the United States Parachuting Association; second, we can use the high-altitude skydiving experience we learned in the Marine Corps to civil skydiving. on; third, make full use of the DHC-6 "Twin Otter" of the Skydiving Association, a small, highly maneuverable passenger aircraft. (20-seat twin-engine turboprop, multi-purpose short take-off and landing transport aircraft produced by Bombardier, Canada .) Remember, the Marine Corps doesn’t have such small aircraft.”

"Okay, I understand." Alena replied disapprovingly.

"Got it? The fold, procedure, and parachute equipment for BASE jumping are completely different from the high-altitude skydiving we learned in the Marine Corps. If you want to try it, I hope you'd better know that. "

"I see, sweetheart. So, where is the Parachute Association? I'll go as soon as I'm on vacation." Alena said while bowing her head and searching the Internet for relevant information in the United States.

"There's only one skydiving association in the United States, and it's in Fredericksburg, Virginia," Amanda said.

"Virginia? Well, I've got it. It's close to Richmond, and it's close to Quantico."

"I think it's better to find a skydiving company in San Diego and obtain a personal certification from the United States Parachute Association. Anyway, we may be stationed in California in the future."

While the two were leaning against the bed and chatting, Ordnance Repair Sergeant Talia Evans and a male marine came in, stood at attention and saluted, "Good morning, sir."

"Good morning, Sergeant." Amanda got off the bed and said something in return.

"Sergeant, good morning. Uh, do you have work to do today?" Alena asked strangely.

"Yes. Sir, there are many Huey's that we need to maintain, inspect and replace parts today." Thalia replied.

"Uh, Amanda, I have to go to work." Alena jumped out of bed and packed her belongings.

Now, flying has become Alena's "second duty".And her first duty is to start learning aviation maintenance and repair work under the leadership of the major's sub-captain and assistant aviation maintenance officer.This job requires her to invest considerable energy and sense of responsibility in order to complete it accurately.This is also the moment to test whether she can become a real commander.

The male marine said to Amanda, "Sir, the squad leader needs you to go to the office."

Amanda thought quickly for a few seconds, "Okay, no problem."

A few minutes later, the two arrived outside the team leader's simple office.The male marine nodded, gave a military salute and left.Amanda took a deep breath, tidied up her uniform and knocked twice on the office door made of polymer panels.

"Good morning, sir." After saluting, Amanda stood opposite the desk with her hands behind her back.

"Good morning, Second Lieutenant McLaren. Please sit down." Major Sylvester, the senior commander of the unit and AH-1W pilot, said with a smile.

"Thank you, sir."

"Second Lieutenant, how does Guantanamo compare with this place?"

"Sir, uh, it's very hot." Amanda wondered why the major knew about his trip to Cuba.

"Well, that's right. And, I believe that one day, you can become a senior intelligence officer in the Marine Corps Intelligence Division."

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