Yesterday's jumping was a delight. Being packed into a plane with a grip of Air Force flyboys was like suddenly being surrounded by tussling, hilarious brothers. I felt so at home in there, sardined in with a bunch of khaki camo, showered in affectionate razzing and gear checks.
I'm so glad for my Air Force roots, as ephemeral as they are. It's good blood to have in my veins. I'll always like blue uniforms best, and I'll always tear up at that damn Lee Greenwood song.