On board the Dwight D. Flysenhower, every jet saluted as Skipper rolled onto the deck. Dusty was right behind him, with a new paint job for the occasion.
“It’s an honor to be here,” Skipper said to the crew and officers.
“You ready, wingman?” Dusty asked Skipper.
“Roger that!” Skipper replied.
Bravo rolled up to Dusty. “An honorary Jolly Wrench,” he said. “How’s that feel, Dusty?”
“Feels great!” Dusty declared.
“Back in the saddle again, eh, Skipper?” Echo asked.
“Well, they didn’t have these fancy toys the last time I did this!” Skipper said as he and Dusty moved into the catapults.
“Nothin’ to it,” Dusty said with a grin. “They hook ya up, you nod to the shooter over there”—he nodded, and the shooter saluted them both—“and hang on!”
“Yeeeeeah-heah!” Skipper yelled as the two friends headed into the wild blue yonder together.
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