Day Eleven

Well, Since 2 days ago Plane 2 became Plane 8 and Plane 3 became Plane 7, which is me, which is why we are going home today and all the other folks go home later. Well, not home, but Portland.

And as a side note, I should mention that I start too many sentences with "Well." I should not be an English major. Math and Science for Jesse. Languages have too many exceptions. Too many guidelines and not enough rules.

The Flight is on a C135, which is MUCH more comfortable than a C130, and once we took off people left their seats and started sleeping on the cargo crates full of our gear, some fold-away cots built into the plane, even on mats in the belly. I got to climb down there and look out the window straight out the bottom of the plane. There were knobs and guages and such, no doubt for dropping bombs and troops, hopefully with parachutes most of the time. The bombs, I mean.