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Jimmy Stewart & Post-Traumatic Stress: Months after winning his 1941 Academy Award for best actor in “The Philadelphia Story,” Jimmy Stewart, left Hollywood and joined the US Army. He was the first big-name movie star to enlist in World War II. An accomplished private pilot, the 33-year-old Hollywood icon became a US Army Air Force aviator, earning his 2nd Lieutenant commission in early 1942. With his celebrity status, he was assigned to attending rallies and training younger pilots. Stewart, however, wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to fly combat missions. By 1944, frustrated and feeling the war was passing him by, he asked his commanding officer to transfer him to a unit deploying to Europe. His request was reluctantly granted. Stewart, now a Captain, was sent to England, where he spent the next 18 months flying B-24 Liberator bombers over Germany. Top brass tried to keep the popular movie star from flying over enemy territory. But Stewart would hear nothing of it. Determined to lead by example, he assigned himself to every combat mission he could. By the end of the war he was one of the most respected and decorated pilots in his unit. But his wartime service came at a high personal price. In the final months of WWII he was grounded for being “flak happy,” today called Post Traumatic Stress (PTS). When he returned to the US in August 1945, Stewart was a changed man. He had lost so much weight that he looked sickly. He rarely slept, and when he did he had nightmares of planes exploding and men falling through the air screaming (in one mission alone his unit had lost 13 planes and 130 men, most of whom he knew personally). He was depressed, couldn’t focus, and refused to talk to anyone about his war experiences. His acting career was all but over. As one of Stewart's biographers put it, "Every decision he made [during the war] was going to preserve life or cost lives. He took back to Hollywood all the stress that he had built up.” In 1946 he got his break. He took the role of George Bailey, the suicidal father in “It’s a Wonderful Life.” Actors and crew of the set realized that in many of the disturbing scenes of George Bailey unraveling in front of his family, Stewart wasn’t acting. His PTSD was being captured on film for millions to see. But despite Stewart's inner turmoil, making the movie was therapeutic for the combat veteran. He would go on to become one of the most accomplished and loved actors in American history. When asked in 1941 why he wanted to leave his acting career to fly combat missions over Nazi Germany, he said, "This country's conscience is bigger than all the studios in Hollywood put together, and the time will come when we'll have to fight.” This holiday season, as many of us watch the classic Christmas film, “It’s A Wonderful Life,” it’s also a fitting time to remember the sacrifices of those who gave up so much to serve their country during wartime.

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The Roost

Hangster AU MeetCute. 2k. (Teen for swearing but more General). Complete. The Dagger Squadron have put Jake in charge of organizing a cake for Mav's 60th birthday and retirement celebration. Little does he know he's just asked Mav's son to make it.

                “What…?”

                “Fucks sake Jake! Pay attention! You can organize the cake. You can’t fuck that up. Find someone good, ask them to make it and deliver it, and then that’s you done. Think you can manage that Bagman?”

                “Yeah yeah, I can manage a fucking cake.”

…            …            …

                He walks into The Roost, a small boutique café and bakery which has nothing but five star ratings and looks around. It’s homey out front, squishy armchairs, low tables and nothing matches. He can see a gleaming commercial kitchen through a small window though and he heads toward the counter. There’s a young woman pressing a key repeatedly on a retro-looking till and he approaches and smiles. She doesn’t smile back, just looks bored and he feels a little unsettled.

                “Hi, I was wondering who I could talk to about ordering a cake…?”

                “When do you need it?”

                Jake names the date and she frowns, looking at an iPad.

                “I’m going to have to ask the boss. He’s got that day blocked out. One sec.”

                “BRADLEY!”

                There’s some clattering out the back and then a guy comes through the door to the kitchen and he’s wearing chef whites, head covered in one of those little hats and he’s looking a little stressed out. He’s kind of hot though, Jake wouldn’t say no to a 3D special (drink, dinner and dick).

                “You know, you could walk out the back and tell me someone needs to talk to me, rather than yell…”

                “I could. But I won’t. Why change the habit of a lifetime? He wants to order a cake. Same day you have blocked out in three weeks…”

                “Sorry about her, family you know…”

                “You wish I was… I don’t get paid to be here.”

                “Sorry again, our parents are friends. It’s a long story. What are you after?”

                “Uh, just something for maybe seventy people? It’s a surprise birthday and retirement celebration thing…”

                For some reason that gets a sharp look, narrow eyes and Jake wonders what he said wrong.

                “Who is this for?”

                “Uh, does it matter?”

                “Humor me?”

                “Captain Peter Mitchell. He’s my most recent CO.”

                “You’re ordering a cake for a surprise birthday party for Captain Mitchell,” Bradley says, and his expression is flat and Jake wonders what the hell his problem is. This is awful fucking customer service, how has this guy gotten nothing but five stars? Given them all blow jobs?

                “Did anyone send you here?” The guy asks, like he’s suddenly suspicious about Jake’s cake ordering habits.

                “No. I just looked up the place with the best reviews…”

                “Huh. Okay. I can make this work. Do you have any idea of what you want?”

                “Uh. No. I was just put in charge of organizing the cake.”

                “Do you know his favorite flavor?”

                “No. I’m not in the habit of canvassing my commanding officers opinions on cake flavors.”

                “You’re a naval aviator as well.”

                Jake frowns, because the tone of voice is tired, but also isn’t phrased at a question at all, more like a statement and he really wants to know what he did that pissed this guy off. And actually, now that he thinks about it he never mentioned Maverick being a pilot, let alone himself.

                “How did you know I was a naval aviator?”

                “Lucky guess. And I’ll wing it in terms of flavors and decorations… You can trust me.”

                Jake’s not sure he fucking can, and Trace will have his balls in a vice if he fucks this up, but then he’s filling in a form, giving over his credit card details and arranging a pickup time so okay, that seems like the guy actually knows his shit and will come through, despite the paper forms and old-looking till with broken buttons.

…            …            …

                He’s been advised to bring someone to help him with the cake and he’s not sure why he needs help until he sees it, a stunning three-tier in navy and gold, a glittering sixty on the top with gold frosting looking like it’s dripping down the sides of each tier. Carefully placed in delicate looking piles are small piles of chocolates and macarons. It looks amazing and he’s glad he followed through with getting it from here, the reviews were clearly not lying.

                “Is that the cake?’ Phoenix asks, looking at it and Jake nods slowly, because there’s no other cakes awaiting pick-up. The cabinet is also almost empty, and there’s a sign up reminding people that the shop is closed for the entire weekend as well as the following Monday and Tuesday. Whatever big event that Bradley had blocked out, which reminds him that he’s probably done Jake a huge favor by adding this cake to his workload.

                “I – yeah. I think so. Holy shit…”

                He sees Bradley coming out.

                “Hi, you like it?”

                “Yeah. It’s amazing. Thank you… uh. How much more do I owe you?” Jake asks, because he’d paid a hundred dollar deposit and then stupidly not asked how much more it might be, but it’s got to be a couple more at least.

                “I’m glad you like it. And there’s nothing owing.”

                “What? That’s… not enough for all this.”

                “Call it a friends and family discount,” Bradley says, looking amused.

                Phoenix’s eyebrows are up, looking between the two of them and Jake cannot believe the guy just said that.

                “I hope you enjoy the party tomorrow.”

                “I… thanks.”

                “Did you want to come? To the party?”

                Jake stares at her incredulously. because she can’t just invite random people to Mav’s birthday and retirement party.

                “Thanks, but I already have plans. Some other time though…” he says, catching Jake’s eye and oh, holy shit, that’s an open invitation right there. Okay then.

                “Yeah, I know where you work.”

                “I’ll be seeing you then.”

                “You sure will.”

…            …            …

                Somehow the cake fits in perfectly with all the decorations of the party and he keeps getting complements on his good taste, and he just smiles and nods, because he has no idea how the fuck this worked out so well. There are gold balloons and streamers, the restaurant is outfitted with navy tablecloths and it’s like the cake frosting has been color matched. He’ll have to find a way of thanking Bradley for making him look good, even it was a complete coincidence.

                There’s far too much brass here for Jake’s liking, but no one is in uniform, everyone more or less relaxed, and everyone here long before the time when Mav is meant to arrive with his family. A family that Jake’s only recently learnt existed, but maybe a man he’s recently gotten engaged to and a grown son. At least those are the rumors, and they’re rumors because Maverick has refused to answer any questions when asked. They only know about the engagement being real because they’d heard Admiral Simpson begrudgingly congratulate Mav several months ago, not long after they’d returned safely and the Dagger Squadron had been permanently formalized by Admiral Kazansky.

                “Okay! Everyone quiet, lights off, they’re two minutes away!”

                The room is plunged into almost darkness, the little golden lights on the tables and hanging from the ceiling offering some ambient light. Everyone falls quiet, Admiral Simpson having given quite firm instructions on what was expected and how the whole thing is meant to operate. He can hear voices approaching, one of the waitstaff, and then the light is being flicked on:

                “SURPRISE!”

                “Fucking hell!”

                Laughter around the room at Mav’s shout back, but then there’s laughter coming from Mav as well as he takes in the assembled friends and colleagues, and Jake’s pretty sure some of the people present are purely there to ensure Maverick is actually definitely retiring. What draws his eye though are the men standing beside Mav, because one is Admiral Kazansky, which is a shock, and a little voice in his head yells surprise! Then he looks at the other man, and he’s not in chef whites, instead dressed almost purely in black, is Bradley. Baker of birthday cake Bradley.

                Maverick’s son Bradley?

                Almost as if he said his name Bradley is meeting his eye and then winking at him and fuck, that’s why he’d known Mav was a naval aviator. Why he’d said he already had plans tonight. Why he probably knew the fucking color scheme… The family and friends discount. He finds himself laughing and Bradley gives him a big grin, bending down to say something into Mav’s ear.

                “Is that the guy we picked the cake up from yesterday?” Phoenix asks, appearing suddenly at his side.

                “Yep.”

                “Huh, no wonder he was asking me all those questions about the colors, I thought he was trying to coordinate himself to the decorations, not the cake.”

                Jake laughs again, can see Maverick and Bradley making their way over, the Admiral following in their wake, bemused smile on his face and Jake steels himself for the upcoming conversation, not sure which way it might go. He’d consider Mav a friend, someone he’s grown to respect deeply. Admiral Kazansky is the COMPACFLT although his term is coming to an end, so maybe he won’t have to navigate that particular mental hurdle if… he looks at Bradley and yeah, if he’s going to try dating Mav’s son then yeah, there are going to be some mental hurdles.

                “Hangman! My godson Bradley.”

                “We’ve met, nice to make the connection.”

                “And my ex-boyfriend Tom!”

                “You’re not funny,” Admiral Kazansky says, looking resigned.

                “It’s because he’s my fiancé now,” Mav says, grinning widely and Jake doesn’t think he’s ever seen him quite this happy, even when they’d survived their mission it had been edged with hysterical relief of not being dead. This is pure joy and he finds he’s genuinely happy for him.

                “Yeah, I got it. Congratulations. And happy birthday.”

                “So you made the cake?” Mav asks, turning to Bradley and he nods, winks at Jake again. “You just had to put my age on it didn’t you?”

                “Mav, it’s like you don’t know me at all…”

                “Just be glad he didn’t make you sixty-five or seventy…” Admiral Kazansky says, and he draws Mav away, glancing between Jake and Bradley with a small smile.

                “So… Hi again.”

                “Yeah. Hi. Why didn’t you say anything?”

                “Well, I considered turning it down, but then I’d have to have dealt with eating cake made by someone else. And then I realized that this was just kind of funny… Gotta get my kicks where I can. Had to turn down a hot date to be here and everything.”

                “You did huh?”

                “Yep. And I’ve spent all day decorating another cake for tomorrow. There is going to be so much left-over cake. It’s going to be ridiculous.”

                “Cake for breakfast…?” Jake suggests, because he’s just realized he actually has no idea what flavor the cake is, but he knows whatever it is Mav will at least like it.

                “Actually… What are you doing tomorrow?”

                “Uh, probably recovering from tonight. Why? Wait. I want to change my answer. I have a hot date.”

                Bradley throws his head back and laughs so loud that a few people glance over and look at them, but then he’s wrapping an arm around Jake’s waist and he has no cares in the world.

                “I’m holding you to that. You just committed yourself to coming as my plus one to another party tomorrow.”

                “Is he seriously having another birthday party tomorrow?”

                “Not exactly. But there will be more cake. A lot more cake.”

                “Yeah, you mentioned already.”

                Then Bradley is leaning in close, his lips brushing Jake’s ear, warm damp air making a shiver travel through his body.

                “Let’s just say Ice organized this surprise and Mav got wind of it. They like trying to get one over on each other and tomorrow Mav has organized a marriage celebrant, and he’s going around right now and organizing an after party for the Hard Deck… He’s been planning this for months.”

                “Oh shit…”

                “Yep. So… want to stay relatively sober with me tonight so we’re not hungover tomorrow and can really party it up tomorrow?”

                Jake grins, his head ducking before he meets Bradley’s gaze and nods.

                “Yeah. Sounds good. Guess we’re starting that date early huh?”

                “We sure are.”

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Jimmy Stewart & Post-Traumatic Stress-Months after winning his 1941 Academy Award for best actor in “The Philadelphia Story,” Jimmy Stewart, left Hollywood and joined the US Army. He was the first big-name movie star to enlist in World War II. An accomplished private pilot, the 33-year-old Hollywood icon became a US Army Air Force aviator, earning his 2nd Lieutenant commission in early 1942. With his celebrity status, he was assigned to attending rallies and training younger pilots. Stewart, however, wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to fly combat missions. By 1944, frustrated and feeling the war was passing him by, he asked his commanding officer to transfer him to a unit deploying to Europe. His request was reluctantly granted. Stewart, now a Captain, was sent to England, where he spent the next 18 months flying B-24 Liberator bombers over Germany. Top brass tried to keep the popular movie star from flying over enemy territory. But Stewart would hear nothing of it. Determined to lead by example, he assigned himself to every combat mission he could. By the end of the war he was one of the most respected and decorated pilots in his unit. But his wartime service came at a high personal price. In the final months of WWII he was grounded for being “flak happy,” today called Post Traumatic Stress (PTS). When he returned to the US in August 1945, Stewart was a changed man. He had lost so much weight that he looked sickly. He rarely slept, and when he did he had nightmares of planes exploding and men falling through the air screaming (in one mission alone his unit had lost 13 planes and 130 men, most of whom he knew personally). He was depressed, couldn’t focus, and refused to talk to anyone about his war experiences. His acting career was all but over. As one of Stewart’s biographers put it, “Every decision he made [during the war] was going to preserve life or cost lives. He took back to Hollywood all the stress that he had built up.” In 1946 he got his break. He took the role of George Bailey, the suicidal father in “It’s a Wonderful Life.” Actors and crew of the set realized that in many of the disturbing scenes of George Bailey unraveling in front of his family, Stewart wasn’t acting. His PTSD was being captured on film for millions to see. But despite Stewart’s inner turmoil, making the movie was therapeutic for the combat veteran. He would go on to become one of the most accomplished and loved actors in American history. When asked in 1941 why he wanted to leave his acting career to fly combat missions over Nazi Germany, he said, “This country’s conscience is bigger than all the studios in Hollywood put together, and the time will come when we’ll have to fight.” This holiday season, as many of us watch the classic Christmas film, “It’s A Wonderful Life,” it’s also a fitting time to remember the sacrifices of those who gave up so much to serve their country during wartime.

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In 1970s NASA was not allowed to have any SR-71s, yet they received one and they passed it off as YF-12C (with a bogus A-12 tail number)

NASA YF-12C

Taken in 1975, the interesting photos in this post show NASA Blackbirds carrying the so called “coldwall” heat transfer pod on a pylon beneath the forward fuselage.

The Blackbirds portrayed in these photos are usually referred to as YF-12s, but actually one of them was an SR-71: the one on the top is a YF-12 but the one on the bottom is an SR-71.

CLICK HERE to see The Aviation Geek Club contributor Linda Sheffield’s T-shirt designs! Linda has a personal relationship with the SR-71 because her father Butch Sheffield flew the Blackbird from test flight in 1965 until 1973. Butch’s Granddaughter’s Lisa Burroughs and Susan Miller are graphic designers. They designed most of the merchandise that is for sale on Threadless. A percentage of the profits go to Flight Test Museum at Edwards Air Force Base. This nonprofit charity is personal to the Sheffield family because they are raising money to house SR-71, #955. This was the first Blackbird that Butch Sheffield flew on Oct. 4, 1965.

Another interesting thing about those pictures is that NASA was not allowed to have an SR-71 but they did and they passed it off as a YF-12!

In fact, the “YF-12C” was a then-secret SR-71A (serial no. 64-17951, the second production SR-71A) given the NASA tail no. 60-6937. The reason for this bit of subterfuge lay in the fact that NASA, while flying the YF-12A interceptor version of the aircraft, was not allowed to possess the strategic reconnaissance version for some time.

In 1970s NASA was not allowed to have any SR-71s, yet they received one and they passed it off as YF-12C (with a bogus A-12 tail number)

Two NASA Blackbirds: the one on the top is a YF-12, the one on the bottom is the YF-12C/SR-71.

The coldwall project

The bogus tail number actually belonged to a Lockheed A-12 (serial no. 60-6937), but the existence of the A-12 remained classified until 1982. The tail number 06937 was selected because it followed in the sequence of tail numbers assigned to the three existing YF-12A aircraft: 06934, 06935, and 06936. Isn’t that amazing?

The coldwall project, supported by Langley Research Center, consisted of a stainless steel tube equipped with thermocouples and pressure-sensors. A special insulating coating covered the tube, which was chilled with liquid nitrogen. At Mach 3, the insulation could be pyrotechnically blown away from the tube, instantly exposing it to the thermal environment. The experiment caused many inflight difficulties, such as engine unstarts, but eventually researchers got a successful flight.

Noteworthy the Flight Research Center’s involvement with the YF-12A, an interceptor version of the Lockheed A-12, began in 1967. Ames Research Center was interested in using wind tunnel data that had been generated at Ames under extreme secrecy. Also, the Office of Advanced Research and Technology (OART) saw the YF-12A as a means to advance high-speed technology, which would help in designing the Supersonic Transport (SST).

Given that the US Air Force (USAF) needed technical assistance to get the latest reconnaissance version of the A-12 family, the SR-71A, fully operational, the service offered NASA the use of two YF-12A aircraft, 60-6935 and 60-6936.

Eventually, with 146 flights between Dec. 11 1969 and Nov. 7 1979, 935 became the workhorse of the program while the second YF-12A, 936, made 62 flights. Given that this aircraft was lost in a non-fatal crash on Jun. 24 1971, it was replaced by the so-called YF-12C SR-71A 61-7951, modified with YF-12A inlets and engines and a bogus tail number 06937.

The YF-12A

Cool Video Explains how SR-71 Blackbird’s J58 Turbo-Ramjet Engine Works

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The SR-71 differed from the YF-12A in that the YF-12A had a round nose while the SR-71 had its chine carried forward to the nose of the airplane. There were other differences in internal and external configuration, but the two aircraft shared common inlet designs, structural concepts, and subsystems.

The YF-12 was developed in the 1960s as a high-altitude, Mach 3 interceptor to defend against supersonic bombers. Based on the A-12 reconnaissance aircraft, the YF-12A became the forerunner of the highly-sophisticated SR-71 strategic reconnaissance aircraft.

The first of three YF-12s flew in August 1963. In May 1965, the first and third YF-12s set several records, including a speed record of 2,070.101 mph and an altitude record of 80,257.65 feet. For their speed record flight, Col. Robert L. “Fox” Stephens (pilot) and Lt. Col. Daniel Andre (fire control officer) received the 1965 Thompson Trophy.

Though the aircraft performed well, the F-12 interceptor program ended in early 1968. High costs, the ongoing war in Southeast Asia, and a lower priority on air defense of the US all contributed to the cancellation.

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Pieces - N. Trace

pairing: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Female!Reader word count: 2.3k warnings: cursing, cheating, fighting, crying, mentions of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell", mentions of sexuality, religious themes, breakups, angst angst angst angst, did I mention angst?

It was Bob who noticed you first. You weren’t sure what you were thinking, picking the bar that you knew they always came to as a date location. Maybe part of you was hoping that seeing you with someone new would make her jealous, or maybe part of you was hoping that one of the other aviators would come save you from this terrible date. It wasn’t that Ethan was a bad guy, it was that he wasn’t Natasha. No one would ever be Natasha. 

“Hey birdbrain,” Rooster said, a smirk on his face as he looked over the position of the pool balls on the table, “Is that Y/N I see over there? With a man?” 

Natasha glanced over to where you were, and then looked back at Bradley, “That’s her boyfriend,” She shrugged, “Are we going to gossip like whores or play the game?” 

Bob frowned at his pilot’s tone of voice. He looked back over at you, the smile on your face was bright and it made Bob smile too. He was wondering if the light had come back to you yet. If you stopped blaming yourself for what happened between you and Nat. That’s what Bob found the most heartbreaking about the whole thing, you took the blame because you thought you did something wrong. 

“Whatever happened between you and her?” Payback asked and Phoenix shot him a glare. 

“Didn’t see eye to eye,” Phoenix said and took her shot and sunk in her striped ball, “I’m taking a break.” 

There was only one, well technically two people who knew what happened between you and Natashsa. One was Bob, who had helped you go look for Nat when she didn’t show up for a date and wasn’t answering her phone. The other was Hangman, who helped break your heart into pieces. 

It was nearing your one year anniversary, and you wanted to do something special. You never felt the need to hide who you were. You were out and very proud of that. Your family accepted you, and supported you through and through. When you first started dating Natasha, she wanted to keep everything private, and you understood it. The military hadn’t always been so accepting of same sex couples, and even though ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ had ended over a decade ago, there were still plenty of officers in the ranks that still believed in it. 

But, after a year of being introduced as her “friend”, being snuck into her barracks room, not meeting her parents (even though she had met yours tons of times), and being hidden, you had had enough. A person could only take so much of it, and while you wanted to stay quiet to protect Natasha, you were starting to think that this went past just what the Navy thought. 

Natasha had told you briefly that her parents would never understand their relationship. Her mother and father were both successful lawyers in California. They were strict and had a very one sided view on things. They had a plan for Natasha, she was to get married to a man, go to law school, and carry-out the family practice. But when she came home and told them she had enlisted into the service, her mother nearly had a heart attack. They still weren’t keen on the whole military thing, but they had slowly started to accept it. Natasha was not about to throw at them that she was dating a woman. 

You didn’t think that the instagram post was a big deal. Over the year you had posted various pictures of you and Natasha and other members of the dagger squad, and she never had a problem. But she did with the single photo post of you and her out to dinner with the caption: “one trip around the sun.” You had never seen Natasha so mad, and you understood where she got the callsign ‘Phoenix’ from. The second her phone dinged with a text message from a friend from back home and a screenshot of your post, she was livid. 

--- --- ---

“How could you be so stupid and post something like that!” She yelled as she paced in front of the fireplace. You felt like a child getting yelled at by your parents. You sat with your hands in your lap and tears running down your face. 

“I didn’t think-” 

“That’s the fucking problem right there, you didn’t think! This could ruin my fucking career!” 

“No it won’t!” You shouted back and stood up from the couch. Natasha was taken aback by your outburst, you never yelled, “I asked Bob and he said that there is no longer a law that says they can kick you out of the navy for being-” 

“Don’t fucking say it,” Natasha seethed pointing her finger at you. 

This conversation had happened before. The conversation about Natasha’s sexuality. She hadn’t one hundred percent come to terms with it yet, and you were okay with it. You knew from a young age that you liked both men and women. You also knew that sometimes it wasn’t easy to find yourself and be comfortable with it. You had helped Natasha a lot over the year, but she still questioned herself. 

“Natasha, I’m sorry about the post,” You said, “But I am also not sorry for it,” You took a step closer to her and grabbed her hand, “I love you, and I want to show you off. I want to post you on social media and boast about your awards and how much of a badass you are. I want to go to those awards balls and be the loudest one in there cheering for you. Natasha, please, stop hiding me. I-I don’t think I can take it much longer.” 

Nat felt her heart breaking as she looked at you. You had been stronger than any soldier she had met dealing with her this past year. She knew you were the type who loved to brag about your friends and partners accomplishments, you shared almost every single post about your middle school aged brother’s basketball games on FaceBook. But Natasha pushed away all those feelings and pulled her hand from yours. 

“I need some time to think,” Natasha, no, Phoenix said. The woman in front of you was the cold hearted pilot. She wasn’t the loving girlfriend who surprises you with flowers and chocolates during your cycle. 

“Don’t leave,” You cried and Phoenix walked right past you out the door. It took all the strength you had to not crumble to the floor right then and there. 

--- --- ---

You were hardly listening to whatever story Ethan was telling you, when you heard that all too familiar accent on the other side of the bar. It felt like a knife going into your back, and you lifted your head up quickly to catch his green eyes looking at you. He froze, and for a second you think you saw a flash of guilt in his eyes. You could feel the heat rising in your eyes and the overwhelming feeling of crying. You looked down at your drink and then back up at Jake, who gave you a sad smile and a small wave. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Ethan asked, touching your arm gently. 

“Huh? Oh,” You cleared your throat and looked back at your drink, “Yeah.” 

Ethan looked at you, “We can leave, if you’re not comfortable here.” 

God, why did he have to be so nice to me!? You thought. 

You felt like you didn’t deserve Ethan’s nicety when you were still in love with the woman who broke your heart. Ethan knew some of what happened with your last relationship. You had met him on his first day of work, which just so happened to be after the worst night of your life. You completely forget about the new guy starting across the aisle from you and you nearly bit his head off when he asked you which printer printed in color. You felt awful and apologized immensely, but all Ethan did was ask if you were okay and if you wanted to split his chocolate bar with him. 

From then on, a relationship started between the two of you. Ethan did everything and more than what you wanted. He didn’t hide you, he took you home to meet his parents, he held your hand in public, and would post you nonstop on his social media. He also told you he loved you almost every single day. Something you never heard from Natasha. 

You looked back up and noticed that Jake was gone, probably gone back to the corner of the bar by the pool table. You didn’t want to risk running into any more of them, so you looked back at Ethan and smiled. 

“Let’s get out of here,” You said and finished your drink, “I’ll be outside. Need some air.” 

“I’ll settle up,” Ethan said and you kissed his cheek before heading out the front door of the bar. 

When you stepped out of the bar, you didn’t expect to see Natasha standing there. She was alone, which was a rare sight to be had. Usually Bob or Rooster were around her. Natasha always had an aura about her. She always gave off a larger than life vibe, standing like a strong man in a storm. But seeing her now, she looked like she was afraid of her own shadow. You didn’t think you’d ever use the word “small” to describe Natasha Phoenix Trace. 

Every fiber in your being told you to just walk away, to not acknowledge her or say anything. Part of you was still mad at her for what she did, but the other part forgave her and that’s the thing you hated most. 

“You look happy,” Natasha said, her voice flat but also filled with so much emotion. 

“I am,” You said, softly, “Ethan is a good guy, he loves me.” 

Natasha scoffed, “I loved you too.” 

Now it was your turn to scoff, “No, Phoenix, you didn’t.” Natasha winced at the sound of her callsign coming from your lips with such venom behind it, “If you did, you would’ve never done what you did.” 

Natasha turned to look at you. She could see that same fire in your eyes that she had fallen in love with. For the most part, you looked the same, but she could see that your eyes looked tired and your hair didn’t seem as healthy as it was. 

“Why?” You asked, “Why did you do it? Why did you sleep with Hangman?” 

The air felt thick between the two of you as Natasha looked down at her shoes. She wished she had a good reason for why she found her way into Hangman’s bed that night, but she didn’t. Maybe it was out of fear, maybe it was out of anger, maybe it was out of lust. But for whatever reason, Natasha didn’t know why. 

Jake hadn’t known about you, and if he did, he wouldn’t have agreed to sleeping with Phoenix that night. Jake was a lot of things, but an adulterer was not one of them. He had grown up seeing and hearing the fights between his parents after one caught the other with a mistress or a paramour. He never wanted to be the reason a couple or family was split up. When you walked into Jake’s room that night and found Natasha on top of him, he had never felt such immediate guilt in his life. He didn’t even know you then, but he knew that Natasha had fucked up. The look in your eye said everything Jake needed to know. 

“I don’t know,” Natasha said, calmly and slowly. It pissed you off. 

“Bullshit, Natasha,” You sneered, “You know why you fucking did it! You know exactly why!” Natasha flinched as you yelled at her. She turned away, putting your back to you, which pissed you off even more.  You marched up to her and grabbed her arm, spinning her to make her look at you, “Look at me when I talk to you! Why did you do it!? Why did you break me into pieces!?” 

“Because you needed it!” Natasha yelled back. She watched as your body cowered at the sound of her voice. She sighed and ran a hand over her face, “You needed a fucking wake up call. You had been living in dreamland for a year and I was sick of it. I wasn’t exclusively yours and you needed to be reminded of that.” 

You shook your head, “No. I refuse to believe-” 

“Well fucking believe it, sweetheart,” Natasha spat, “I fucked Hangman, get over it. It was nearly a year ago. You clearly moved on.” 

“I moved on to someone who isn’t afraid to love me,” You said and Natasha had to stop herself from looking up at you because if she did, she would’ve told you that she did love you. That everything she just said was a total lie. That the reason she fucked hangman was because she was scared of loving you. 

“I-” 

“Tell me, Phoenix, were you in love with me or the idea of me? Did you want me or did you just want someone to warm your bed while you were away?” Phoenix didn’t know how to answer. She opened her mouth to say something, when the door to the Hard Deck opened, and Ethan stepped out. He looked between you and Phoenix, not saying a word but understanding everything.

“Take care, Nix,” You whispered, and walked away from her, Ethan quickly pulling you in for a tight hug. 

Tears were running down your face and hit his navy blue button up. Natasha couldn’t help but watch the interaction between the two of you, as if it were a car crash scene. Ethan whispered sweet nothings into your ear and rubbed your back. You pulled away from him and nodded as he held your face in both of his hands. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, before grabbing your hand and leading you away from the Hard Deck. 

Natasha took a deep breath and looked back at the dark ocean.

[walkingthroughthisworld]

Larry Taylor was born in 1942 in Chattanooga, Tennessee. He grew up in a family and community that emphasized the importance of military service. His great-great-grandfather fought in the Civil War, his great-uncle in World War I and his father and uncles in World War II. 

Larry Taylor joined the U.S. Army Reserve Officer Training Program at the University of Tennessee, Knoxville. Upon graduation in June 1966, he was commissioned as a second lieutenant in the Army Reserve, then joined the regular Army in August, volunteering as an armor officer. 

He joined the U.S. Army Reserve Officer Training Program at the University of Tennessee, Knoxville. Upon graduation in June 1966, he was commissioned as a second lieutenant in the Army Reserve, then joined the regular Army in August, volunteering as an armor officer. After graduating from the U.S. Army Armor School at Fort Knox, Kentucky, Taylor quickly realized he was better suited to be a pilot than an armor officer. He had already obtained a fixed-wing pilot's license before joining the Army and thought that experience would make it easier to learn rotary-wing flying. 

After receiving permission to train as a helicopter pilot, he attended the U.S. Army Primary Helicopter School at Fort Wolters, Texas, and then advanced helicopter training at Fort Rucker (renamed Fort Novosel in 2023), Alabama, where he qualified as an Army aviator in June 1967.

Taylor served in Vietnam from August 1967 to August 1968, flying some of the first Bell AH1-G Cobra attack helicopters in combat. Serving with D Troop (Air), 1st Squadron, 4th Cavalry, 1st Infantry Division, Taylor flew over 2,000 combat missions in UH-1 and Cobra helicopters. He was engaged by enemy fire 340 times and was forced down five times. The U.S. Army awarded him at least 50 combat decorations, including the Silver Star, 43 Air Medals, a Bronze Star and two Distinguished Flying Crosses. He also received the Republic of Vietnam Gallantry Cross with Bronze Star.

 Among his many harrowing operations, the most dangerous and frightening took place on June 18, 1968, when he rescued a four-man long range patrol team at significant risk to his own life. For his heroic actions that night, the Army awarded him the Silver Star, which President Joe Biden upgraded to the Medal of Honor in 2023. Taylor concluded his military service as a captain with the 2nd Armored Cavalry in West Germany. 

After his Army service, he operated a successful roofing and sheet metal company in Chattanooga and was involved with several veterans' organizations. He has also been a generous donor to charitable nonprofit organizations in the Chattanooga area. Taylor and his wife, Toni, reside in Signal Mountain, Tennessee.

(via Captain Larry L. Taylor | Medal of Honor Recipient | U.S. Army)

[bellaireland1981]

Stubborn Hearts | 6

Summary: Reader (Firecracker, Sunshine) has been in love with Bradley since she was a young girl. Growing up the two were inseparable, apart from short periods of time when she was on the West Coast with the Kazanskys. One faithful decision by her dad to block Bradley from going to the Naval Academy resulted in a huge rift between father and daughter and left her without Bradley in her life. Now all grown up, she’s called back to the west coast at the same time as her father and Bradley. Her mission, according to her dying godfather, is to mend fences with her dad and Bradley. Can stubborn hearts be healed?

(I suck at summaries for real).

This will have multiple chapters… this is 6 of ??

Characters: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mitchell! Reader, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Daughter! Reader, The Dagger Squad, Shay (OC), Penny, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

Word Count: 7218 (It got away from me!)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Death of character, TGM Spoilers, Illusions to Smut (later on ), Turbulent relationship with parent, Friends to lovers, …Please let me know if I’ve missed any!

A/N- This is my first time writing for TGM. I do not own the characters or plot lines from the movie. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY OR REPRODUCE MY WORK ON THIS OR ANY OTHER PLATFORM! Reblogging is always welcome! Feedback is MUCH loved and appreciated. THANK YOU to @waywardodysseys​ for all support and bouncing ideas!!

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The next several days were filled with making arrangements and helping your aunt. You made it through on autopilot. Each day blended into the next. Your dad, Bradley, Jake, Shay and the rest of the squad had been in and out checking in on you, helping out where they could when they weren’t training.

Finally the day of the funeral arrived. You were dreading it, but at the same time it came as a relief. It was the closure you needed.

You sat with your aunt and cousins in the front row. Mav stood with the other Naval officers  in full dress blues, paying respect to a fellow Naval aviator, colleague, friend. You kept your eyes locked on the casket in front of you, memorizing all of the details, trying to keep yourself together. A picture of your uncle was set up on one side of the casket with various floral arrangements on display.

The time arrived for the handing off of the folded flag to the surviving family members. Your dad stepped away from where he’d been standing at attention, carefully took the folded up flag from the sailors that had folded it, before slowly walking over to where you were all seated. He slowly bent, gently placing the flag into Sarah’s outstretched hands, his jaw clenched to hold back the emotion. His eyes were shining with unshed tears as he stood back up. In the distance, a service member started to play the taps as the funeral came to an end. Overhead, jets flew in formation over the funeral as one last salute to a fallen aviator, one jet veering off alone, leaving an empty space in the formation. The sight of which, combined with the taps was your undoing. You’d been able to keep yourself together up to that point, wanting to stay strong for your aunt and cousins. The tears flowed freely now as you choked back the sobs that were trying to burst from you.

One by one, people started to come by to say final goodbyes and offer words of support to Sarah and the kids. You stood, body trembling with emotion, wishing you were anywhere but there in that moment. You looked to the sky, aching to be flying, to feel closer to the Uncle you already missed with everything in you.

You glanced up to where your dad was now placing a pair of aviator wings on top of the casket. Even knowing it was coming you still flinched when he pounded the wings into the casket with his fist. One final send off to Thomas “Iceman” Kazansky.

You felt your knees start to buckle, but before you could collapse, strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you up.

“I’ve got you, Sunshine.” Bradley whispered, his breath warming your ear as he spoke. He carefully turned you so he could hold you against him, one hand on your back, supporting you, the other threading into your hair providing comfort as you laid your head against his shoulder. He continued to hold you as your other friends filtered by, gently offering their support.

“We’ve got everything set up at the house for people to gather.” Penny announced for your aunt. “You are welcome to stop in and visit.”

You looked to where your dad was still standing by the casket, looking lost. You knew this was killing him inside.

“Do you want to head back to the house, Sweets?” Jake asked, standing with his arm around Shay.

“I’m going to check on my dad first.” You replied quietly, slowly pulling back from Bradley’s embrace.

“We’ll wait for you here, then head to the house when you’re ready.” Bradley said, giving you a reassuring smile of support.

You walked over to your dad, putting your arms around his middle and hugging him. He immediately wrapped his own arms around you, returning the embrace.

“I love you, Dad” You said, head resting on his chest, taking comfort in his warmth.

“I love you too, Firecracker.” he replied, “You doing ok?”

“No… but I will be.” You answered, as honestly as you could. “You?”

“Same.” He replied, “Ready to head back to the house?”

“Yeah. Ready as I’ll ever be.” You replied, “Are you riding with Penny”?

“Yeah.” He replied, “Are you riding with Bradley or one of the others?”

“I think Bradley.” You said, “Jake and Shay offered too.”

“I’m glad things are at least better between you and Bradley.” Mav said, offering a sad smile. You knew the fact that there was still a rift there, bothered him a lot.

“I don’t know where things stand, honestly, I’m just happy to have his support right now.” You replied, “I hope after everything settles it won’t be back to radio silence.”

“Judging by what I’ve seen and the way he’s currently looking at you… I don’t think you need to worry, Firecracker.” Mav replied, glancing in Bradley’s direction.

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The driveway was already full of cars, with the overflow parked on the street surrounding the house when Bradley pulled the Bronco onto the street. You were not up to a lot of people, but knew your aunt needed a buffer to help her field all of the people too.

“I’ll drop you off then find a spot to park, Sunshine.” Bradley said, “Hangman said that  he and Shay are waiting at the front porch for you. Phoenix, Bob, Fanboy and Payback are on their way over now too.”

“Thank you Brad.”  You said, quietly, “For everything.”

“Sunshine, I wish you’d stop thanking me.” He said gently, smiling over at you. “I know things were shitty before… and timing sucks with the mission coming up… but you and I are long overdue for a serious talk.”

“I know you’re right… but can we please wait?” You asked, knowing your heart was too broken to add any more heartache. “After the mission and you’re back… we’ll talk.”

“Promise?” He asked, holding his pinky finger out to you. You let out a laugh at the childlike gesture you’d used to do.

“Promise.” You agreed, linking your pinky with his. He brought your joined hands up, turning so your hand was facing him and kissed your joined pinkies.

“Holding you to it, Sunshine.” He said, smiling. “You ok to hop out while I park?”

“Yeah.” You answered, opening the door, “I’ll wait at the porch with Jake and Shay for you.”

“Ok. I’ll be right there.” He replied.

You got out and headed up the driveway, winding through parked cars on your way.

“Hey, Y/N.” Shay greeted, hugging you. “Where’s Rooster?”

“Parking the Bronco.” You said, “It’s  busier here than I was expecting. Makes sense though. Everyone loved Uncle Tommy.”

“My turn.” Jake said, reaching out for you, “Hug time, Sweets.” You smiled, stepping into Jake’s outstretched arms. He held tight, as if he could glue the broken pieces back together through the hug.

“Do hugs have the same magical healing powers as chocolate milkshakes?” You asked, smiling.

“Yup!” He replied, dropping a kiss on your head before pulling away. “Or maybe it’s just me that’s magical.”

“You’re…something.” You teased, “I dunno if magical is the term I’d use.”

“Ouch” Jake said, grabbing his chest, as if you’d shot him. “That hurts, Sweets.”

“You’ll live.” Shay laughed, “Are you ready to go inside? I think your dad and Penny are here.”

“I told Bradley I’d wait for him.” You replied, “He said the rest of the squad was on their way too.”

“We’re here.” Bradley said, leading the group up the drive. He stood next to you while the others greeted you and gave you hugs, then wrapped his arm around your shoulders, holding you to him. “Ready to go in?”

“Yeah.” You replied, “I think so.”

Once inside you found your aunt, hugging her and asking if she needed you to do anything. She let you know that the caterers and Penny had everything under control and to just try to enjoy the company of your friends.

You all ended up outside where there was more room. You pulled all of the extra patio chairs to the table so that everyone could sit together. At some point, food appeared on the table along with drinks. You were engrossed in the conversations around you, you didn’t know who had brought it over.

“Try to eat something, Sunshine.” Bradley said, pushing a plate willed with your favorite foods towards you, “You need to keep your strength up too.”

You humored him, nibbling at the food, until he was satisfied that you’d eaten. He remained by your side the whole night, not going unnoticed by the rest of the squad.

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The days following the funeral found you feeling lost. Your aunt and cousins had decided to take some time away, finding it too hard to be in the house without Tom. They went to stay with Sarah’s sister for a couple of weeks before they’d return home and resume life, trying to find their new normal. Sarah had been reluctant to leave you, saying she felt she was abandoning you. You’d been quick to reassure her you’d be fine and that she needed to think about what was best for her and the kids.

You weren’t sure what to do with yourself though now that you didn’t have anyone needing your help. Thankfully, Frank called one day saying he needed a charter pilot to fly a group of people to Las Vegas and drop them off. It would be an easy  one way drop off for you, and you’d fly back right after dropping them so you were quick to agree.

You sent your dad a text letting him know you were taking the charter.

You: Hey, Dad. Frank called with a charter group that needs to be flown to Las Vegas today. Going to take it, but wanted to let you know where I was if you needed me. Love you XX

You were about to open the group text you’d had going with Bradley, Jake and Shay when your dad sent a quick reply.

Dad: Fly safe, Firecracker. Text or call when you get home so I know you’re safe. Love you :)

You: Will do. Fly safe today too! <3

You opened the group text and sent off a quick text to them as well.

You: Flying to Vegas today, I was offered a charter group and I’m going a little stir crazy. I’ll be back tonight sometime. Stay outta trouble…all of you!

Bradley: Be safe, Sunshine. You’re precious cargo. <3  Want to grab dinner and watch a movie when you’re back?

Jake: VEGAS?? WITHOUT ME? Rude.  Be safe, Sweets. Bradshaw, it’s not smooth to ask a girl out on text.

Shay: Jake, shut it. Leave him alone :P  Y/N, have fun and be safe. Lunch tomorrow?

Bradley: Yeah, Bagman, shut it. But, seriously Sunshine… Dinner? Movie? I’ll even let you pick a sappy chick flick.

You: LMAO, y’all are what I needed today. Bradley- Sure- - Especially since I get to pick the movie. I’ll text when I’m on my way back. Jake- you literally are a pilot as well and could fly to Vegas whenever you have leave. Take Shay ;) ;) Also… NOT A DATE… leave Bradley alone.  Shay- yes! Lunch sounds great.

Jake: Yeah, Rooster, it’s not a date! Keep it in your pants!

You: OMG! I’m leaving to go earn a living now. Shay, have a great day at work. Flyboys- be safe and don’t do stupid pilot shit. I expect you both in one piece after training today.

Bradley: Yes Ma’am. See you tonight.

Jake: Sweets, you know I don’t make promises I can’t keep.

You: JACOB “I DON’T KNOW YOUR MIDDLE NAME” SERESIN! I SAID ONE PIECE!

Jake: Yes, Ma’am.

You laughed, making note to find out from someone what his real middle name was. You hoped it was good.

You had found out from Frank there was no real requirement for attire when chartering flights so you’d decided on simple jeans and a t-shirt. You grabbed the bomber jacket your Uncle had custom made for you just in case it got cold while flying, but also because it felt like you were taking a piece of him with you.

You headed to the airstrip, wanting to have extra time to familiarize yourself with a new plane and to look at the flight plans. Frank was helpful in getting you situated in the plane you’d be flying as well as helping you stock the plane with water bottles and getting it ready for the group. You would be taking a group of 4 to Vegas. Hopefully they weren’t a wild group and didn't plan to pregame with drinks before flying. Not everyone could handle alcohol and flying.  

Soon after you were all set and ready to go the group arrived, much to your relief they seemed super chill so it would be an easy flight.

By the time you got back late that afternoon, you were definitely starving and ready to get back to the house and hang out with Bradley.

You’d sent him a text when you left Vegas but he must have still been training or busy because he hadn’t answered.

After taxiing the plane to the correct hanager, you tied it down and went to find Frank to close out the day.

“How did it go?” He asked when you walked into the office. “Any problems?”

“Smooth trip there and back.” You confirmed, “They were a fun group. Very excited to be going to Vegas. I think one of them mentioned eloping.”

“To be young and carefree again.” He laughed, “Let me get your post flight paperwork to sign. If you’re up to it, I should have a few more charters like this one to throw your way in the next couple of weeks.”

“I’m interested.” You said, “I loved flying charters out East. I’d love to be able to do the same out here.”

“Ok, I’ll add you to my regular crew to call.” He confirmed. “Also, I’m really sorry about your Uncle, kid. I meant to say something earlier but got busy with preflight stuff. You need anything, let me know.”

“Thank you, Frank.” You replied, “Just staying busy will help.”

“I can do that.” He promised. “Just sign off on these and you’re free to go today.”

You quickly signed the paperwork, thanking him again before heading out to where you’d parked.

Inside the Jeep, you turned your phone off plane mode and found waiting messages.

The first text was from Shay.

Shay: Hey! Hope today went well! Just wanted to remind you NO DATES WITH BRADLEY until he explains his asshole era when he ghosted you…and apologizes and begs for forgiveness. Full on, groveling on his knees, flowers, whole 9 yards.

You laughed, loving how protective she was. It was a good reminder though. You could see yourself easily  just forgiving over a decade of bad behavior and hurt and setting yourself up to being left behind and hurt again. This wasn’t his permanent base, and you had to remember that.

You: It went great! I’ll be flying more charters now, so your girl sort of officially is employed again lol. Thanks for the reminder. While I don’t know if I’ll make him grovel on his knees… I do know that I deserve an explanation… a better one than the bullshit one he tried to give me. I WILL accept flowers though.

Second text was from Bradley.

Bradley: Hey Sunshine, just grounded the jet for the day. Hitting the showers then I’ll grab food before heading over.

The text was sent 25 minutes ago. You decided  to call instead of texting so you could start driving home.

“You back?” Bradley asked when he picked up. You could tell by his voice something was wrong.

“I am headed back to the house now.” You replied, “Did you have a bad day?”

“Not necessarily bad. Not great… I dunno.” He replied, “I’ll tell you over dinner.”

“What did ya get?” You asked, “I’m starving.”

“I grabbed Chinese. Extra noodles. I ordered the large combos too, figuring you’d end up stealing mine.” He said, remembering you loved lo mein and had always ended up eating from his plate as well as yours. You just happened to like his choices and wanted to taste.

“You’re my hero!” You exclaimed, falling even deeper in love with the man. You were in trouble. Not a date. Not a date. NOT. A. DATE!

“I can only hope.” He replied, “I’ll see you when you get here. I am just pulling in now.”

“Ok, there’s a key under the planter. Go on in.” You said. “Be there in about fifteen minutes.”

You pulled into the driveway, parking next to Bradley’s Bronco and headed inside. He was getting plates and drinks put on the table with the takeout opened up. You set your stuff down next to the door and took in the domestic sight in front of you.

“Honey, I’m home.” You teased, unable to resist. “That smells amazing.”

“Hey, Sunshine.” He smiled, walking over to you and pulling you into a hug. “Do you need to change or shower or anything or do you want to eat first?”

“Food please.” You said, “I’ll shower after dinner before we watch a movie.”

“Right this way, ma’am.” He said, taking your and leading you to the table. You both sat down across from one another and started dishing up the food. You ended up sharing both of the meals, making it more of a family style dinner.

Conversation stayed pretty neutral over dinner, keeping everything light and simply catching up on each other’s lives. Once dinner was over you both cleared away the containers and dishes, wiping down the table afterwards.

“Ok, I’m going to jump in the shower and change really quickly, then it’s movie time.” You said, “Make yourself at home, I’ll be back in 10!”

“Take your time, Sunshine.” He laughed, “What movie are we watching?”

“PRINCESS BRIDE!” You said immediately, it had been one the two of you had watched a lot when you were younger.

“I’ll get it set up on the TV while you shower.” He said, smirking at your choice.

You ran upstairs to your room, stripping out of your sweaty, grimy clothes once you hit your room. You grabbed a pair of leggings and an old t-shirt that you were pretty sure had been Bradleys at one point in its lifetime, and headed into the bathroom. You pulled your hair into a messy bun, not wanting to mess with drying it tonight, and jumped into the hot shower spray, washing away the day.

Once out of the shower, you dried off and applied lotion to your body and moisturizer to your face then pulled the clothes on before making your way back downstairs to the living room. Bradley was on the couch, frowning at his phone like it had offended him.

“Did your phone insult your taste in Hawaiian shirts?” You asked, plopping down onto the couch next to him, pulling your feet under you as you landed. “Or maybe the mustache?”

Bradley startled when you plopped down onto the couch, not having heard you come in.

“Jesus, Sunshine.” He exclaimed, “We need to get you a bell or something.”

“Wow, you spook easily in your old age.” You laughed, “Everything ok though?”

“First of all, there is nothing wrong with my Hawaiian shirts and you said you liked the mustache.” He clarified, “Secondly, I am not old. I’m only a few years older than you.”

“Umm you’re in your 30’s” You pointed out, playfully. “I’m still in my 20’s. Therefore, you’re old and I’m not.”

“Well then, how do you feel about old men?” He asked, winking at you. You felt butterflies instantly erupt in your belly at the flirtatious tone of his voice. You weren’t sure you could handle flirty Bradley with your heart intact.  Stay strong, Y/N. STAY. STRONG!

“Well Jake is already taken by Shay, so guess I’m out of luck.” You stated, schooling your features to look serious. Bradley, however, saw right through you. He launched a tickle attack in retaliation until you were begging for him to stop, laughing so hard you couldn't catch your breath.

“Take it back, Sunshine.” He ordered, giving his terms of surrender. “Say you’re not interested in Hangman.”

“Ok ok!” You relented, “I take it back. Jake is just a really good friend.”

“That’s what I thought.” He replied, smugly.  “Seresin is not your type, Sunshine.”

“I knew that 10 seconds into meeting him.” You agreed, “But it’s fun to rile you up.”

“You’re still a brat, then huh?” He said, fake glaring at you.

“Takes one to know one.” You chirped back, playfully. You’d missed this easy banter with Bradley. It felt good to have at least this part of your relationship back on even footing. You knew the two of you absolutely had to talk. You knew, if you wanted your friendship to have any hope, you needed to fess up about your feelings for him. But none of that needed to happen tonight.

Bradley, pulled you into his side, tucking you against him, then started the movie. The beginning credits started to roll, you took a minute to glance up at Bradley. Something was clearly bothering him. Deciding the movie could wait a minute you sat up, reaching for the remote to pause the movie.

“Ok…” You said, turning your body so you were sitting up and facing him, “I know it’s been a very long time since we’ve spent any kind of time together, but your tells are the same as they were back when we were teenagers. What’s wrong?”

“The mission got moved up.” He sighed, “We leave tomorrow morning.”

“Wow.” You said, your heart dropping into your stomach. You wouldn’t lie, you were terrified for him to leave. Judging by the bits and pieces you’d gotten from your uncle and dad you knew this was a very dangerous mission with the real possibility that someone wasn’t coming back. “That’s… soon. Have pilots been chosen specifically yet?”

“Not yet… the team leader will choose once we’re on board the carrier.” He replied, his voice shaking. “Sunshine… the parameters have changed… Mav’s team leader. He’ll be flying the mission.”

You felt all of the blood drain from your face. Your heart started to beat erratically in your chest. Breathing suddenly became nearly impossible to do. You could feel panic flooding your system, freezing you in your spot. You’d just lost your Godfather. The man who had been a second father to you your entire life. You couldn’t survive losing your dad on top of that.

“Sweetheart. I need you to breathe for me,” Bradley said, easily picking you up and placing you in his lap, holding you as you gasped for air. “Follow my breathing, Sunshine. Breathe with me. In and out slowly.”

You focused on his breathing and tried to match your own to his. Finally, it didn’t feel like you were suffocating anymore, your breathing evening out, in sync with Bradley’s.

“That’s my girl.” He said, “Slow deep breaths. You’re ok.”

“I’m scared, Bradley.” You admitted, your voice small. “I can’t lose my dad. I can’t. I know things are crappy and he’s not your favorite person, but he’s my dad. He’s all I have. I can’t lose him.”

“You won’t.” He promised, “We won’t let anything happen to him, Sunshine.”

“You can’t make that promise.” You said, tears starting to fall, as you sank further into him.  “Brad… I can’t lose you either. I just got you back.”

“You won’t lose either of us, Sunshine.” He said, firmly. “I am not leaving you again. I was an idiot to walk away the first time. There won’t be a second. I know I owe you a really fucking good explanation and probably the biggest apology in the history of apologies… And I swear on everything that as soon as I am back we will talk.”

“I swear to God, if you don’t come back home, Bradley Bradshaw, I will never forgive you.” You said, firmly. “And I expect flowers with that apology. Shay gave me the idea, and it’s a good one. Lots of flowers.”

“Flowers… I can do flowers.” He promised, chuckling.

“Brad?” You asked

“What’s up, Sunshine?” He replied, pulling back a bit so he could look down at you as you were still laid against his chest, in his lap.

“If you're leaving tomorrow, shouldn’t you be getting everything ready and getting a good night's sleep, instead of here?” You asked. “If something happens to you because you were here and not well rested, I’ll never be able to live with myself.”

“There is absolutely nowhere else I’d rather be right now.” He assured you. “I wouldn’t have been able to rest anyway until seeing you. I packed my gear and got everything ready before leaving base.”

“Do you have to be back on base tonight?” You asked, selfishly not wanting to let him out of your sight.

“No.” he replied softly, “I have to report and be ready to fly out to the carrier by 0530 tomorrow morning.”

“Can you stay?” You asked. “If you want to, please don’t feel you have to…”

“Sunshine, I’d love nothing more.” He replied, interrupting your rambling. “Do you want to watch the movie now?”

“Yes please.” You said, moving back to the spot next to him, after he reluctantly let you up. He quickly adjusted the two of you so you were back to being cuddled into his side like you were before he’d dropped the news on you.  He leaned down, kissing the top of your head before grabbing the remote and hitting play.

You must have fallen asleep during the movie at some point because you were jarred awake when your phone started to ring on the table in front of you. Bradley carefully leaned forward with you still curled into his side to grab it for you, handing it to you once he’d leaned back.

“It’s your dad.” he said, “I’ll go get us some snacks and drinks while you talk to him.”

“Ok.” You said, voice rough from sleep. “Hurry back.”

“Hey, Dad.” You answered, picking up the phone.

“Hey, Firecracker.” He replied, his voice sounding sad. “Are you busy? I was going to stop over to talk to you.”

“I’m home.” You replied, “Dad, Bradley is here. He filled me in.”

“Oh.” He replied, “Are you… ok?”

“I’m scared.” You said honestly, “The two people who mean the most to me are about to fly off on some super secret mission that’s dangerous enough to mean someone might not come back.”

“I’m sorry, Baby Girl.” He said, “I had to show the higher ups it could be done in the parameters we’d set. They were going to send them off alone with directives that would have gotten them all killed.”

“I know, Dad.” You replied, “It’s ok. I don’t love it, but I love you. I know this is the shit you live for. It’s who you are.”

“It’s not all I live for” He said, “Nor is the most important to me. YOU are more important to me. Are you planning to come to base in the morning? I need to see you before we leave.”

“Yeah. I’ll be there.” you replied, “I’m not letting you leave without seeing you. I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, Firecracker.” He replied, “More than you will ever realize. I will see you in the morning.”

“See you in the morning” You confirmed.

Bradley sat down as you hung up the phone, gently taking it from your hands and placing it back on the coffee table.

“Come here, sweetheart.” He said gently, pulling you into him once more. “It really will be ok.”

“I’m holding you to that.” You said. “What did you find for snacks?” You needed to distract yourself from your current reality.  

“I found popcorn, M&Ms, and skittles.” He said, laughing “Apparently you did the shopping last time?”

“Maybe” You replied, not wanting to admit you still had the taste buds of a kid when it came to snacks.

“Not a fan of Twizzlers anymore?” He asked, handing you the bowl of popcorn and putting the candy within reach.

“I already ate them.” You said, tossing a kernel of popcorn at him.

“It’s comforting to know that some things don’t change.” He laughed, picking up the popcorn missile you’d launched and eating it.

Bradley started the movie again and you watched it through to the end this time without falling asleep. You’d both snacked your way through the popcorn and candy, finishing before the movie ended, content to remain snuggled together.

“It’s getting late, you need sleep.” You said, standing up from the couch and stretching. You grabbed his hand pulling him up from the couch too. “Follow me, Flyboy.”

“Where to, Sunshine?” He asked, “I can just crash down here on the couch…”

“Nope. That’s a stupid idea.” You said. “There are spare rooms upstairs. You’re not sleeping on the couch before flying off onto a dangerous mission.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He replied, “Lead the way.”

You took him upstairs and showed him to the guest room that just happened to be next to your room. You showed him where the extra towels and everything were before hugging him goodnight and heading to your room.

You laid in bed tossing and turning, unable to turn off your brain. Thoughts of someone showing up in a dress uniform to tell you your dad wasn’t coming home, or your dad coming back and telling you Bradley wasn’t coming home flooded your mind. You didn’t even realize you had started to cry, until a soft knock sounded at your door.

“Sunshine?” Bradley said gently, slowly opening the door. “Are you ok?”

“No” You whimpered, a sob escaping your body.

“What can I do?” He asked, cautiously walking towards your bed, He didn’t want to cross any boundaries or spook you. “What do you need, Sweetheart?”

“Can you stay with me?” You asked, sitting up, wiping your eyes and trying to regain control. “Please?”

“Of course, Sunshine.” He replied moving around to the other side of the bed. You held the covers for him to slide in with you. He immediately pulled you close, wrapping you in his arms, and pulling the comforter back over both of you. This wasn’t the first time you and Bradley had shared a bed. There were many nights right after his mom had died when he had moved in with Mav and you that the two of you would end up snuggled up. You relaxed into him, your head pillowed on his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. Your arm draped over this stomach, his arm holding you close. He gently rubbed your back in comfort. The two of you remained silent for a moment.

“I’ve got you.” He whispered, “Close your eyes and get some sleep.”

“Thank you, Brad.” You replied, quietly.

“Nowhere I’d rather be.” He promised, “Goodnight, Angel.”

He turned his head to place a soft kiss on your head, as your eyes drifted close, finally giving into sleep.

“I swear to you, I’ll come home to you..” He whispered softly to your sleeping form, “I love you, Sunshine.”

He closed his own eyes, sinking into a deep sleep.

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Your alarm went off at 4am the next morning. You tried to grab your phone to turn it off, but found you were trapped by Bradley. During the night you’d both shifted so you were essentially intertwined together, a tangle of arms and legs. He had you tucked into him with your leg between his,  and his arms wrapped around you koala bear style. It explained why you were extremely warm. He was definitely a human furnace.

You took a moment to soak him in, memorize every freckle, line, and scar. You cataloged the way his eyelashes brushed his cheeks, how he looked so absolutely relaxed and at peace. You hated to wake him up, but he needed to get ready so he’d have time to grab all of his stuff from his barracks before reporting to duty.

“Bradley.” You said, quietly, not wanting to startle him awake. “Come on, sleepyhead. You need to get up.”

“Nope.” He grumbled, still half asleep, “They’ll be fine without me. I’m staying here.”

“I don’t think the Navy will be ok with that.” You replied, “Besides, your squad needs you. Up and at it. I’ll throw clothes on and make you some breakfast while you get ready.”

“I’m not ready.” He whispered, now fully awake, pulling you tighter to him.

“I will be right here when you get back.” You said

“Promise?” He asked

“Pinky Promise.” You replied, finding and linking your pinkies together.

You both reluctantly separated and got out of bed. You grabbed a clean change of clothes and quickly got dressed in your bathroom while Bradley went and got dressed and cleaned up in the guest bathroom.

You were downstairs making him a quick omelet and some toast when he emerged. His hair was damp, and his curls more defined. You loved the way his hair curled. At the current length it was more wavy than anything. When he let it grow longer, it would become more curled.

“That smells amazing” He said, “You honestly didn’t have to cook me anything, Sunshine. I could have grabbed something on the way.”

“There is no way in hell I’m letting you leave on a mission with a lousy fast food breakfast or even worse, a donut.” You replied, “There are a variety of coffee pods for the Keurig if you want some coffee to go with you. They’re in the cabinet.”

He walked over and pulled out a travel mug and selected a coffee pod before making himself a coffee. Once it was done, he repeated the process, selecting the flavor that had always been your favorite when you were younger. He added the flavored cream and some of the sweetener syrup to the coffee before setting in on the counter for you.

“Thank you” You smiled as he sat down at the island. “Eat up. We’ve got to get you back to base.”

“We can take the Bronco and you can just bring it back here afterwards.” He said “It’s probably safer here than on base anyway.”

“You’re going to trust me to drive your Bronco?” You gasped, playfully.

“Sunshine, I’d trust you with my life” He replied, “Speaking of which, we should go flying when I get back. You can show me your fancy pilot moves.”

“You’re on.” You agreed. “I might even let you fly her.”

“You’d trust me with your plane?” He teased, tossing your words back at you.

“I’d trust you with my life.” You parroted back to him, smiling.  “It’s time to go…”

“I know.” He sighed, “I’ve never been this torn over leaving for a mission.”

“I need you to promise me that the second you’re in that jet, your entire focus is on that mission and doing everything you need to do to stay safe.” You said.

“I promise.” He said “Until I get to the jet, can my entire focus remain on you?”

“Only half.” You laughed, “You have to focus on driving us to base and arriving in one piece.”

“You drive a hard bargain.” He smirked. “Let’s get going then, because the faster I leave the faster I get back.”

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Bradley pulled onto base, heading first to the barracks to change into his flight suit and grab all of his stuff. You were content to wait in the Bronco while he got ready.

While he was inside you sent a text to Shay, assuming she was here seeing Jake off or at least awake to have said goodbye.

You: Hey, I’m on base…just checking to see if you were here or if you were Ok and if you wanted to still get lunch today?

Shay: I’m here. I brought Jake back this morning too. Yes to lunch. Where are you now?”

You: At the Barracks. Bradley needed to change into his flight suit and get his stuff. He stayed last night.

Shay: Did you two talk?

You: Not about the past. I needed his head on the mission not in the past. We’ll talk when he gets back. He’s coming out now, so see you in a few!

Shay: OK! I’ll be the one fighting tears.

You: Same

“Ok, all set.” He said, throwing his bag in the back and climbing back into the Bronco.

“You look good in a flight suit.” You said, obviously checking him out.

“Sunshine.” he groaned, dramatically “No objectifying me. I am more than a piece of meat.”

“You’re right.” You said, batting your eyelashes, “You’re also a big giant dork.”

“Ouch.” He replied, pouting. “But can I at least I’m your big giant dork?”

“Maybe.” You smiled back at him.

“I can work with maybe.” He replied. “Sunshine, before I leave… I wanted you to have this back.”

He held up your necklace that you’d given back that night the Hard Deck.

“It belongs with you. You’re my sunshine.” He said. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, I’ll understand… I just… wanted you to have it back.”

You looked at the necklace, tears forming in your eyes. You weren’t sure what would have happened to it when you left it on the table that night. With how things were left, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d chucked it into the ocean or just left it on the table.

“Take it with you.” You whispered, “Bring it back to me with it…and yourself… in one piece. It can be your good luck charm.”

“That’s what you really want?” He asked, knowing there was always a chance it would be lost to you.

“Yes.” You said, “I know you. You will be stubborn enough to make sure it comes back to me.”

“Ok.” He replied, carefully tucking it into his flight suit.

The rest of the squad was already gathered when the two of you arrived at the parking area outside of the hangars. Bradley parked the Bronco and the two of you got out. He grabbed his flight bag, and the two of you headed towards the rest of the group.

“Mornin’ Sweets!” Jake said, coming over and enveloping you in a hug.

“Ugh, you’re a morning person.” You complained, but smiled as you hugged him back.

“I’m an all day person.” He clarified. “Always ready to go!”

“Remind me to caffeinate more before socializing with you before the sun is up.” You teased.

“It won’t help.” Phoenix said, coming over. “Trust me.”

“Shay likes me just fine.” He said, moving to stand next to her, arm around her shoulder. “Right?”

“I suppose you’re alright.” She teased, leaning into him.

“You seemed to think I was more than just alright last night.” He winked.

“Hangman! No!” Phoenix complained, “I need to bleach my brain at that mental image!”

“Aviators, 15 minutes until you’re on duty. Final goodbyes to family and make your way to your jet for preflight checks.” Cyclone ordered, heading through the gate that led to the jets.

“That’s our cue.” Phoenix said, “Girls night when we get back?”

“Absolutely.” You and Shay both agree.

“Be safe!” You told her.

“Always.” She replied, smiling before grabbing her gear and heading to her jet.

You quickly said goodbye to the other squad members until only Bradley, Jake, and your dad remained behind.

“See you in a few days, Sweets.” Jake said, “Stay out of trouble until I’m back.”

“Don’t do anything crazy, Jake.” You said, hugging him. “ Please stay safe and please get my dad and Bradley back to me.” you whispered the last part.

“Yes, Ma’am” he replied, hugging you back then offering a reassuring smile. He stepped away with Shay so they could say goodbye privately.

“We should  be back in 3 days.” Bradley said, “I’ll try to text or call from the carrier, but I can’t promise.”

“Just be safe.” You said, wrapping your arms around his waist, “You’re precious cargo.”

“Always.” he replied, holding you tightly  “Sunshine… I..” he stopped, words leaving him. There wasn’t enough time to say everything he needed to say.

“It’s ok, Brad.” You whispered, “We’ll talk when you’re back.”

“I’ll see you soon.” he said, reluctant to let you go.

“I love you, Bradley Bradshaw.” You told him, stepping back and looking up at him.

“I love you too, Sunshine.” He replied, his voice cracking with emotion. He bent and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek before picking up his bag and heading through the gate.

“My turn.” Your dad said, standing in front of you.

“Dad…” You started, your voice breaking on a sob. “Please come back to me.”

“I love you, Firecracker.” he replied, “More than sky, more than flying. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, my proudest achievement in life. You are my entire world. Never forget that.”

“I love you too, Daddy” You cried, “Don’t you dare do anything stupid up there. I still need you. You’re coming back to me.”

“I’ll do my best, Baby girl,” He replied, knowing if there’s a choice, he’s making sure the other aviators are getting home first. “I promise to get Bradley back to you.”

“I need both of you.” You insisted, knowing your dad. “I will see you when you’re back. No officers in dress whites showing up at my door, Dad.”

“I’ll do my best.” He replied. “It’s time, Firecracker.”

“I’m scared to let go.” You admitted. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said, kissing your forehead. He grabbed his flight bag from the ground, then with one final glance back at you and Penny, he turned and walked to the gate.

“Does this ever get easier?” Shay asked, standing next to you, “Because this sucks.”

“Yes and no.” Penny said, putting her arm around her niece. “Y/N, will you be ok on your own at the house? If you’d rather be around people, you’re welcome to stay with Amelia and me.”

“I think I’ll be ok” You said, wiping the tears from your face.

“Offer is always open if you change your mind.” She said.

The three of you stood, watching as the people you loved disappeared into the hangars before you headed back to the parked vehicles. You and Shay made plans to meet at the Hard Deck with take out for lunch, Penny agreeing to join you both.

Deciding you weren’t ready to face the day yet, you drove the Bronco back home, dropping down back into your bed once you’d arrived and pulling the covers over your head. You buried your face into the pillow on the side Bradley had slept on, committing his scent to memory. Exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster you’d been on the past week, you fell into a deep sleep.

A/N: This one.... both broke my heart and mended it! Bradley is on his way to redemption! They still need to talk... and it’s coming! He’s not off the hook just yet! Thank you for reading!

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Enjoy “It’s a Wonderful life”? For all Jimmy Stewart fans...

Just months after winning his 1941 Academy Award for best actor in “The Philadelphia Story,” Jimmy Stewart, one of the best-known actors of the day, left Hollywood and joined the US Army. He was the first big-name movie star to enlist in World War II.

An accomplished private pilot, the 33-year-old Hollywood icon became a US Army Air Force aviator, earning his 2nd Lieutenant commission in early 1942. With his celebrity status and huge popularity with the American public, he was assigned to starring in recruiting films, attending rallies, and training younger pilots.

Stewart, however, wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to fly combat missions in Europe, not spend time in a stateside training command. By 1944, frustrated and feeling the war was passing him by, he asked his commanding officer to transfer him to a unit deploying to Europe. His request was reluctantly granted.

Stewart, now a Captain, was sent to England, where he spent the next 18 months flying B-24 Liberator bombers over Germany. Throughout his time overseas, the US Army Air Corps' top brass had tried to keep the popular movie star from flying over enemy territory. But Stewart would hear nothing of it.

Determined to lead by example, he bucked the system, assigning himself to every combat mission he could. By the end of the war he was one of the most respected and decorated pilots in his unit. But his wartime service came at a high personal price.

In the final months of WWII he was grounded for being “flak happy,” today called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).

When he returned to the US in August 1945, Stewart was a changed man. He had lost so much weight that he looked sickly. He rarely slept, and when he did he had nightmares of planes exploding and men falling through the air screaming (in one mission alone his unit had lost 13 planes and 130 men, most of whom he knew personally).

He was depressed, couldn’t focus, and refused to talk to anyone about his war experiences. His acting career was all but over.

As one of Stewart's biographers put it, "Every decision he made [during the war] was going to preserve life or cost lives. He took back to Hollywood all the stress that he had built up.”

In 1946 he got his break. He took the role of George Bailey, the suicidal father in “It’s a Wonderful Life.” The rest is history.

Actors and crew of the set realized that in many of the disturbing scenes of George Bailey unraveling in front of his family, Stewart wasn’t acting. His PTSD was being captured on film for potentially millions to see.

But despite Stewart's inner turmoil, making the movie was therapeutic for the combat veteran. He would go on to become one of the most accomplished and loved actors in American history.

When asked in 1941 why he wanted to leave his acting career to fly combat missions over Nazi Germany, he said, "This country's conscience is bigger than all the studios in Hollywood put together, and the time will come when we'll have to fight.”

This weekend, as many of us watch the classic Christmas film, “It’s A Wonderful Life,” it’s also a fitting time to remember the sacrifices of Jimmy Stewart and all the men who gave up so much to serve their country during wartime. We will always remember you!

Postscript:

While fighting in Europe, Stewart's Oscar statue was proudly displayed in his father’s Pennsylvania hardware store. Throughout his life, the beloved actor always said his father, a World War I veteran, was the person who had made the biggest impact on him.

Jimmy Stewart was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1985 and died in 1997 at the age of 89.

H/T @mustangmarine

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Principles of Aviation

Chapter Three excerpt

The wedding, if you could call it that, was scheduled for the morning after the dinner date. It was a simple ceremony, devoid of frills and romance and led by uniformed officials at PAPBAC’s HR office.  If Ice’s reentry into Maverick’s life had been marked by tension and intrigue, his legal attachment to Maverick was marked in stark opposites. There was no cake, no dance, no kiss, and a scant reading of vows. If Maverick hadn’t asked ahead of time, there wouldn’t have been any guests, either. As it was, Charlie, Goose, and Carole barely managed to attend, taking time off of work at the last minute to be there for Maverick. No one was there for Ice. He was close with Slider, Maverick knew, but Slider was still out at sea; whether or not Ice had asked for his friend to be at his side, Slider’s potential presence had apparently not justified emergency leave. But where was Ice’s family? Had they grown weary of these matches, too?

Standing at attention before a man in heavy wool robes, Ice and Maverick promised to bind themselves to one another chemically as well as lawfully, and then repeated some overtures about duty and service. Within five minutes, the whole thing was over and done with. Not once had Ice and Maverick been asked to look at one another. Every time Maverick chanced a glance, he saw Ice staring straight ahead with a blank expression, and he wondered idly which marriage ceremony it was that had marked the beginning of Ice’s apathy. Thankfully, Maverick hadn’t been the type of child to spend hours daydreaming about his future wedding, so the proceedings concerned rather than offended him. After the robed man wished the happy couple well and dismissed them, Maverick turned to Ice to ask if there would be some sort of dinner or similar social activity only to find his husband already walking out of the room.

Darting after Ice as fast as decorum would allow, Maverick caught up with him halfway down the hall and tapped him on the shoulder, surprised to see a look of confusion on Ice’s face. Had he not been expecting Maverick to reach out before they both arrived at PASSOT? They’d just gotten married, for god’s sake. 

“What?” Ice said, perfectly neutral. What, he said. What. “Were you hoping for a kiss?” Less neutral. Dangerous territory. Proceed with caution…or not.

Maverick’s skin burned hot, his indignation hotter. “Are you seriously just going to run off on me like that?”

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Tagged by: @theelderhazelnut​ @jacobsneed @inafieldofdaisies and @josephseedismyfather ​ (thank you all muchly <3)

i’m not going to tag this time because the brain is telling me i’ve been annoying. So if you see this, enjoy, and please feel free to consider this me tagging you :)

Haven’t done a lot of work on American Beasts since I posted chapter 32 early, but I have still been poking at the soulmate au slowly but surely, so here’s a bit of that:

The golden glow of the late August sun reflected off the large windows outside the Sheriff’s Department building where Joey and Staci stood drinking their morning cups of coffee, waiting for that giant black SUV with the seal of the United States Marshal printed on the car doors, and for whatever high on his horse bastard they were going to be saddled with.

Despite the bureaucracy that came when dealing with a federal branch of the law, the turnaround time for the visitor they were waiting for wasn’t very long. Joseph Seed and the threat he was believed to be was enough to draw the attention of the Marshal service.

Staci leaned against the brick wall exterior, rubbing at his eye as he sipped his coffee. “I still can’t believe you went behind Earl’s back like that.”

“I had to. He’s so damn focused on keeping the peace, meanwhile Kit’s caught in the crosshairs,” said Joey.

“Did you mention the fact that she’s got the marks?” He asked with a raise of his scarred eyebrow.

“I might have skipped that part, but as it stands Joseph Seed has enough shit in his past to still make him a person of interest to the law.”

“Let’s just hope it doesn't come back to bite you in the ass.”

Right on time, and just as they expected, the slick black vehicle pulled up to the front door of the small office, parking in the wheelchair accessible spot closest to the building. 

The two deputies looked at each other and rolled their eyes, already expecting the worst when it came to dealing with a Federal agent. 

Burke stepped out of the SUV, slamming the door behind him. Dressed in a brown leather coat, a black tee shirt, blue jeans, and boots he stared them down through aviator sunglasses and without saying a word, stepped between the both of them to head inside. 

“Nice to meet ya too,” Staci called in behind the Marshal. “Asshole,” he muttered under his breath.

“Grin and bear it, Stace. If we can get this cult out of Hope County it's all for the best.”

They tossed their paper cups into the garbage can and headed back inside, sitting at their desks, eyes trained on Whitehorse’s closed office door. The Marshal was already inside discussing Joseph’s arrest. 

Nancy sat at the dispatch desk scowling, running a filing board over her nails as she looked at the office door with daggers in her eyes. “I don’t like that Marshal.”

“Join the club,” said Staci.

“We just have to work with him until we can see the back of Joseph and his family. Getting rid of the Seeds is worth the bit of trouble we might have to deal with now,” Joey insisted, trying to be the voice of reason.

Earl’s door creaked open, and he peered out at them. “Pratt. Hudson. Stay put, Marshal Burke has a few words he’d like to say.”

They took a seat at their desks and the office door swung open wide, Burke exited with authority, pulling up an empty chair, he placed his boot down onto it in some sort of forced commanding pose, making him look more like Captain Morgan. 

Staci chuckled quietly to himself, rubbing at his mustache to hide the smile that lay beneath his hand. 

“So, here’s the deal.” Burke tossed two file copies down on the desk in front of Joey, expecting Staci to pull his chair in closer. “Joseph Seed has a criminal record following him from his life back in Georgia. His cult has been following him, growing for years, and no matter where they go they are never exactly welcomed.”

Staci dragged his chair over and sat beside Hudson. “Hardly surprising when you’ve got freaks like them calling you a sinner for drinking a beer.”

“Thank you, Pratt.” Earl gave Staci a stern look. 

“That’s not even the half of it, kid,” said Burke.

Staci sneered at being called kid, he might have been the youngest on the force but he didn’t exactly enjoy the new moniker. 

“Joseph Seed has a long string of kidnappings attached to his name, though when any law enforcement tried to move ahead they were stopped in their tracks.”

“John,” Joey sighed.

Burke nodded. “The lawyer brother, you’d be correct. Now then, considering this kidnapping involves another member of law enforcement, not to mention the daughter of a rather high ranking Colonel in the US Army, I’ve been given the go ahead to issue a warrant for Joseph Seed’s arrest for the suspicion of kidnapping with the intent to harm.”

Earl looked over at Joey, knowing well that she had to lie or at least omit the part about Kit’s marks to have it go this far. 

“I should tell you all, when I was doing some digging on your fellow deputy, that something odd came up. Her military file was sealed. I don’t have the clearance to open it which means someone high up has control over it. She arrived in town when?”

“Nearly two months ago now,” said Earl.

“Sure you know all there is to know about her?”

Earl’s brow furrowed, taking the hat from his head and running his hand over his receded hairline. “You think we should call in the National Guard on this?” he asked, before replacing the hat on his head.

“No, we can handle this as is. Better to go in without a large scale force. They’re a doomsday cult, they aren’t a paramilitary one.”

“Tell that to Jacob Seed,” Staci muttered. 

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Lucky Charm 4

Summary: Kimberly doesn’t know if she is still able to fly this mission

AN: we get some ANGST like lots of angst and I’m here for it

And so sorry it’s taken me so long to get this out! I have been crazy busy and hadn’t had time to write as much as I’d like!

Kimberly wasn’t Clover that day. She wasn’t a lieutenant, she wasn’t an aviator, she wasn’t a sailor. She was a daughter, a daughter who had to bury her father.

She wasn’t wearing her uniform, it didn’t feel right. Tom Kazansky was her dad long before he was ever her admiral. That’s not what she wanted to be wearing when her and her family laid him to rest.

The entire Pacific fleet was present paying respects to their commander and to his family. As the funeral commenced, Rooster watched Kimberly from across the way.

He could tell that she was trying her best to keep it together. Anyone who knew the Kazansky’s personally knew that Kimberly and Iceman had a special bond. She was his first daughter, the only child to follow in his footsteps.

She was the carbon copy of her dad in every way. The gun shots rang out and Rooster saw the woman flinch slightly as they handed her mother a folded up flag. Jets flew overhead and soon the service was over.

When the crowd had dispersed, the eleven aviators missing their twelve, Rooster saw that Kimberly had yet to move from her spot. She stood frozen staring at the photo of her father.

He walked over to her and stood next to her, not close enough to overwhelm her but close enough to let her know that he was there.

“Did I ever tell you what happened when I told my dad was joining the Navy?” Her voice spoke. “Not the whole story, no.” Rooster answered. “I was terrified to tell him. I didn’t know how he was going to react, if he was going to be upset or happy. It wasn’t until I got my letter from the Academy that I told him. I walked into his office and placed the letter on his desk. Then he cried. But not because he was upset that I was joining the Navy but because he was happy. He said ‘this makes sense’ and just laughed. I thought he was crazy,” Kimberly paused, wiping a few stray tears from her cheeks.

And rooster just stood there and listened to her say all the things she needed to say.

“He told me it made sense because flying was in my blood. And he said ‘if any Kazansky is going to give them hell, of course it would be you, Kimmy.” She finished.

The nostalgic smile fell from her face and was replaced with a frown. “I’ve never known life without him.” She cried. Rooster grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into him tightly.

“Hey, you’re going to be okay. Maybe not at first and not right away, but over time it won’t hurt as much.” He told her.Kimberly stayed in his arms for a little while longer before she decided she needed to go home.

She loved Bradley, more than she should and though she wanted to stay with him forever, she needed nothing more than to just go home.

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Sarah Kazansky wandered around the quiet house in search of her eldest daughter. She hadn’t seen Kimberly since the funeral service and out of everyone in that family, she was taking it the hardest.

Sarah remembered just how often Kimberly would say “I’m going to fly planes like daddy” and how Tom’s eyes lit up with pride every time.

The woman walked down the hallway and saw a light peering through a crack in the door of Tom’s office.

It was open wide enough for Sarah to look inside and find her daughter sitting in the chair, seemingly deep in thought with tear stains on her face.

“Well this gives me deja vu.” She spoke, stepping into the room. “Hi mom. I’m sorry for disappearing.” Kimberly said. “You don’t need to apologize for anything. You’re grieving.” She said.

“We’re all grieving and yet I’m the one who can’t keep it together.” Kimberly replied. “Kimmy, you never had time to come to terms with your dad’s illness. You were deployed and he didn’t want to tell you until you got home. We were all able to accept it, you weren’t.” Sarah said.

The room fell silent for a moment as Kimberly looked at the framed family photo on the desk. “I don’t think I can go back to Top Gun.” She whispered. “What?” Sarah questioned. “It feels wrong. Going back to train for this mission that we might not come back from. Dad was the one to tell me to go and now that he’s gone, it doesn’t feel right.” She explained.

“Kimberly Kazansky. You were meant to be at Top Gun, you were meant to fly this mission. You have no idea how proud your dad was when Admiral Simpson requested you by name. You were doing something he never got to do and he was so proud of you. He was proud of you every day of your life. Your dad will never be gone, not really. Every second that you’re up in that jet, he’s with you. When you finish this mission and come home, he’ll be with you. When you inevitably marry Bradley Bradshaw he will be with you.” Sarah said.

“Mom,” Kimberly started, the comment about her and Rooster not going unnoticed. “I saw the two of you after the funeral. That boy loves you so much and I know you love him.” The woman replied. “How do you know?” Kimberly asked. “It’s in the eyes. The way he looks at you.” Sarah answered. “LIke the way dad always looked at you?” Kimberly questioned.

Sarah gave her daughter a warm smile, placing her hand on top of hers. “Your dad will always be with us. He will be with you in everything that reminds you of him. And I will see him through you every day. I always have. The two of you were scarily alike.” She said.

Kimberly laughed lightly, sniffling and wiping the tears from her face. “I love you, mom.” She said. “I love you too, Kimmy.” Sarah said hugging her daughter tightly.

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Kimberly walked back into Top Gun, ready to continue training for the mission. Life didn’t stop just because she lost her dad. And she was going to do her best to fly it for him.

When she did arrive, Admiral Simpson wanted to speak with both her and Maverick after training.

“I can only imagine what you both must be feeling right now. Take some time, whatever you need.” The admiral said. “I appreciate that sir, but there is no time. The mission-“ Maverick started.

“I’ll be taking over training from here.” Admiral Simpson said. “Sir?” Maverick questioned. “We both know you didn’t want this job, captain.” Simpson answered. “Sir, they’re not ready.” Mav rebutted.

“It was your job to get them ready.” Simpson said. “Sir, they have to believe that this mission can be flown.” Maverick said, as Kimberly was feeling like she needed to hear this conversation.

“And all you’ve managed to do is teach them that it can’t.” Simpson replied. “Sir,” Mav started. “You’re grounded, captain. Permanently. Both of you are.” Simpson said, looking at Kimberly.

“Wait, what?” Kimberly questioned. “Your father just died, lieutenant. Whether you know it or not, until you get the proper evaluation you’re not ready to go up in a jet.” Simpson explained. “With all due respect, Admiral, I’ve been flying knowing my dad was going to die for months. I have never been a flight risk.” Kimberly retorted.

“I’ve made my decision. That is all.” Simpson said.

Kimberly clenched her jaw before storming out of the office. She had never been grounded. Never once in her career had she been grounded. Kimberly assumed it was because the damage she did to the jet trying to fly coffin corner.

Admiral Simpson cared more about the money than he did about her. He was afraid she’d do more damage.

“Hey, hey, where are you going?” Rooster questioned. He saw her leave Simpson’s office and walking towards the exit. “I’ve been grounded. Simpson won’t let me fly the mission. He doesn’t think I’m in the right head space.” Kimberly answered.

“What? No, he can’t do that.” Rooster said. “This is ridiculous, I don’t get grounded. I’m too good to be grounded.” Kimberly rambled. “Okay, okay, calm down. Just breathe.” Rooster told her.

“No. No, no, I’m getting back on this mission. One way or another.” Kimberly replied. “Kim, you can’t do that right now. Why don’t we just go get something to at. Clear your head.” Bradley offered.

Kimberly’s heart swelled at the look on his face, the tone of his voice, just the mere suggestion alone. But she needed to be alone and think about what to do next.

“Thank you, Bradley for caring and I-I appreciate you but I need to be alone right now. Figure out what the hell I’m going to do now.” She said. Bradley understood that. Kimberly just lost the biggest mission of her career and her father in the span of a few days. He just needed her to know that he was there for her.

Kimberly gave his hand a squeeze before retreating from the man.

As she was walking out the exit and towards her car, Maverick stopped her.

“Kimberly, I need your help.” He said. “With what?” She asked. “We’re going to show Cyclone that this mission can be flown.” He answered.

Kimberly didn’t have an opportunity to reply before she was being pulled towards the hangar.

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Boeing Whistleblower Found Dead In 'Midst Of' Retaliation Case; Attorney Says He’s Shocked

John Barnett, 62, was found dead of "self-inflicted" gunshot wound, police said.

— By Victor Ordonez and Amanda Maile | March 12, 2024

John Barnett. Netlix Photo

A former Boeing employee who raised numerous concerns about the company's production standards died from a "self-inflicted" gunshot wound Saturday, per a coroner's report. The former employee was actively engaged in a whistleblower complaint against the company prior to his death, the employee's attorney confirmed.

John Barnett, 62, was found by police officers on the morning of March 9 in a vehicle parked at a Holiday Inn along Savannah Highway "holding a silver hand gun in his right hand," according to the Charleston Police Department.

Police said they were responding to a hotel worker's call after the worker heard a "pop" from Barnett's vehicle about 30 minutes prior to officers arriving, per the police report. Barnett had checked into the hotel on March 2 and was due to check out on March 8.

A plane overflight the Boeing sign on the wall of the Boeing Distribution Services Inc. HQ in Hialeah, Fla., March 12, 2024.

Responding officers discovered a male inside a vehicle "suffering from a gunshot wound to the head," the incident report reads. "He was pronounced deceased at the scene."

The Charleston Police Department said the investigation is still active.

Barnett worked for Boeing for 32 years until his retirement in 2017. He had been actively involved in litigation against the company -- he was deposed before Boeing lawyers last week, according to his lawyer.

Barnett, 62, filed his whistleblower complaint shortly after his retirement from Boeing in 2017. He came forward publicly in 2019 when he and other former Boeing employees partook in interviews with The New York Times. Barnett and others accused Boeing of prioritizing profits over safety.

"John was in the midst of a deposition in his whistleblower retaliation case, which finally was nearing the end," Barnett's attorneys, Robert Turkewitz and Brian Knowles, said in a statement Tuesday. "He was in very good spirits and really looking forward to putting this phase of his life behind him and moving on. We didn't see any indication he would take his own life. No one can believe it."

“Nope! He Didn’t Commit Suicide. He Was Murdered”

Boeing has moved to dismiss the case on several occasions and has denied all of Barnett's allegations – including claims the company put profits over safety. “Safety issues are immediately investigated, and changes are made wherever necessary,” said a Boeing spokesperson at the time of his lawsuit.

Upon learning of Barnett's passing, Boeing released a statement: "We are saddened by Mr. Barnett's passing, and our thoughts are with his family and friends."

The news follows the completion of the Federal Aviation Administration's (FAA) audit of Boeing's production lines after a Boeing 737 MAX 9 plane lost its door plug mid-flight earlier this year.

Local authorities found Boeing whistleblower John Barnett dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound in the state of South Carolina over the weekend, the Charleston County Coroner's Office said in a press release.

The New York Times reported Monday that Boeing failed 33 of 89 audits. Spirit Aerosystems -- a supplier for Boeing that manufactures the fuselage for the 737 -- failed 7 of 13 audits from the FAA.

In response to the results, Boeing said it will "continue to implement immediate changes and develop a comprehensive action plan to strengthen safety and quality, and build the confidence of our customers and their passengers."

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A Flight of Four Mustangs Celebrates WWII Fighter Pilot’s 100th Birthday

March 20, 2024 Vintage Aviation News Warbirds News 0

The formation of four Mustangs flying over Lake Lanier, north of Atlanta.

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Mission accomplished! On Tuesday, March 19, World War II pilot Paul Crawford fulfilled his dream of flying in a P-51 Mustang like the one he commanded 79 years ago in China, where he flew 29 missions until he was shot down in 1945. Now 100, Buckhead resident Crawford was delighted when the Liberty Foundation and Inspire Aviation Foundation took him up in a TF-51D on a perfect blue-sky day for flying.

TF-51 “E Pluribus Unum” piloted by owner Bob Bull with Paul Crawford in the back leads the formation over Lake Lanier. The camera ship was a Bonanza piloted by long time Liberty Foundation’s pilot Cullen Underwood.

For the occasion, four P-51 Mustangs landed at the Dekalb-Peachtree Airport and parked at Atlantic Aviation, the FBO that supported this unique event. Mr. Crawford lovingly touched the nose and wing of one of the Mustangs when he first walked up to it, reuniting after a 79-year separation. LtCol Ray Fowler, Liberty Foundation Chief Pilot, and pilot Bob Bull helped Crawford into the back seat of the TF-51 and gave him an exhilarating 30-minute ride.

The organizers envisioned the participation of only one P-51, but a quick round of calls sparked the interest of other owners who enthusiastically decided to participate in the event. Bob Bull, Steve Maher, and Rodney Allison flew their Mustangs to Atlanta bringing the total number to four:

P-51D “Old Crow” (N451MG) – Pilot Ray Fowler – Liberty Foundation P-51D “Rebel” (N3BB) – Pilot Rodney Allison P-51 “E Pluribus Unum” (N351B) – Pilot Bob Bull – P-51 “Ain’t Missbehavin” (N51K) – Pilot Steve Maher

The Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor and Paul graduated six months later, during which time Congress passed the law to draft 18-year-olds. “I knew that I was going to be drafted so I went to Atlanta to talk with the Army Air Corps [sic] and the Navy about flying,” shared Mr. Crawford. ”The Navy said they would accept me for flight training but wanted me to go right then to their Great Lakes training center. The Air Corps told me they would accept me, but to go on back to college and they would notify me when to report.” said Crawford. Paul went back to Americus, entered Georgia Southwestern College, and shortly thereafter he received his draft notice to report to Fort McPherson in Atlanta on January 2, 1942.

Paul Crawford in his P-51 ‘Little Rebel’ ( photo by Paul Crawford Collection)

Paul had an older brother, Tim, who had gone into the Air Corps before Pearl Harbor and was flying B-26s, a medium bomber. He ended up flying combat in the B-17 Flying Fortress out of North Africa. The older brother influenced Paul’s choice, convincing him that the Air Corps had better aircraft, “I thought the water was, as they say, too deep and too wide to swim!” said Mr. Crawford.

With about 100 hours on the P-51 and 250-275 hours total, Mr. Crawford was sent off to Chengtu, China assigned to the 311th Fighter Group, 529th Fighter Squadron protecting the B-29 bases. As these B-29s transferred to the Pacific Theater, his squadron was transferred to Hsian headed for combat. At the time, Mr. Crawford was estimated to have only accumulated another 60 hours of flying time.

On his 29th mission, Mr. Crawford was shot down by ground fire while strafing a small railroad facility. After getting hit, he bailed out and was picked up by Chinese Communist guerillas. A few days earlier one of his housemates had been shot down and captured by the Japanese who cut his head off and put it up on a gate post. After a 200-mile-long walk, chased by the Japanese a couple of times, yet still evading capture, Mr. Crawford ended up at a compound owned by a wealthy family. A few miles from the compound was an airstrip where the OSS (U.S. Office of Strategic Services) brought downed airmen out. After the flight, Mr. Crawford talked about his experience: “When I recall my time in World War II, I always start by saying, I was not a hero! I was just there! That is not false modesty because it is the way I have always felt. I flew the P-51 Mustang.”

Mr. Crawford who has time in P-40, P-47, A-24, and P-51C, believes that the P-51 was the best fighter plane of its day. “There’s nothing in the world like that airplane,” Crawford said. “I loved doing the maneuvers again.” Paul Crawford was surrounded by several friends, his son-in-law, Tommy, and dozens of Liberty Foundation and Inspire Aviation Foundation members eager to have their pictures taken with him, shake his hand, and thank him for his service.

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After serving in WWII, Paul Crawford finished college at Georgia Tech with a degree in Industrial Management. That’s also where he met his wife, Jean. They had a daughter and were married for sixty-one years when Jean passed away. Paul worked in the paper industry and for the U.S. Envelope Company until he retired in 1988. Paul currently lives in Atlanta and participates in aviation and historical WWII events.

This special event was made possible thanks to the support of Bob Bull, Ray Fowler Chief Pilot of The Liberty Foundation, Steve Maher, Atlantic Aviation FBO, Cullen Underwood with Vintage Flights, and Inspire Aviation Foundation.

Paul Crawford after the successful flight with (L to R), Cullen Underwood (Camera ship pilot), Bob Bull, Ray Fowler, and Rodney Allison.