I dream of an airfield. Heat shimmers off the asphalt. A bead of sweat trickles down my brow. The sun beats down harshly. I stand at the end of one of the runways. Above me flies a squadron of F-16s, ...
I dream of an airfield. Heat shimmers off the asphalt. A bead of sweat trickles down my brow. The sun beats down harshly. I stand at the end of one of the runways. Above me flies a squadron of F-16s, ...