“So What, You Just Teach Flight Simulators?” My Father Sneered. I Smiled. “No. I Fly Real Aircraft.” My Father Laughed Loudly. “Oh Yeah? Then What’s Your Call Sign?” I Replied, “Night Sentinel.” My Father’s Friend — A Navy Seal — Spat Out His Drink And Stammered: “…She’s—” HE KNEW EXACTLY WHO I WAS.
My father lifted his glass and smiled the smile he used when he wanted a room to like him more…