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“Where the hell you going, Chaser?” Flight Leader “Tomahawk” radioed him.
Lieutenant Tom “Chaser” Stevens had certainly earned his tag last night. The other guys just didn’t get the power of speaking Korean in Korea. Some guys had learned Japanese before shipping over, but A-10s weren’t stationed in Okinawa; they were at Osan Air Base in South Korea.
F-15s? Sure, learn Japanese because your butt would be in Japan along with the rest of the 18th Operations Group.
America wanted its A-10s close to the DMZ and he had no complaints. And Korean women were always intrigued by five-ten of blond-haired blue-eyed corn-country American, fluent in their language. Fluent enough anyway.
Last night he’d landed a very chic pair of hipster twins—a first for him. Un-be-lievable! Koreans had a thing
