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“How do we do this?” Lola broke the silence that had lasted since they’d climbed up onto the Aviation Center of Excellence hangar roof to watch the sunset.
Spread out below them were two dozen Chinooks. She’d never seen so many of the giant, twin-rotor helicopters gathered in one place. Like a Chinook convention all sitting around the bar telling tall tales of mountaintops and drug lords, of massive troop loads and extended over-water flights, and maybe a quiet one, sitting in the corner, never talking about a certain nighttime trip into the Iranian desert.
Next week it would probably be all Black Hawks with their war stories, or OH-6 surveillance Kiowas chattering like magpies about You’ll never guess what I saw. No, no, first guess what I saw.
Thankfully, it hadn’t been all silenc
