I love you, I won't kill you

Among the cadets who went to Whitingfield base for basic flight training together, Amanda became the first cadet to start practicing aircraft landing on the day of the first flight.Later, in the flight training that she received with other students, she again unconsciously became the first student to receive the flight assessment.

The demanding and strict Major Andres is quite satisfied with the female pilot assigned to him.Just like the evaluation report he gave in the next 12 escort trainings, he rated Amanda's performance as "satisfactory".

From a personal point of view, he would prefer Amanda to be an F/A-18D Hornet fighter/attack aircraft or a Harrier vertical-short take-off and landing attack aircraft when she returns to the air wing under the Marine Corps the driver.

After all, before becoming an instructor, Paul had performed many field missions as a helicopter pilot in the first line of the Navy.Therefore, his biggest dream is to drive a Hornet fighter jet roaring across the battlefield and launch missiles happily.Instead of holding the helicopter rotor head and risking being shot down by the enemy's RPG at any time, sneak into the landing area in the fastest way with the least enemy threat.

The major's dream may only exist in his brain, and it is almost impossible to realize it through the pilot Amanda.Because after passing the "solo safety" assessment, he still saw his young self in Amanda.

The second Wednesday in August is the day when Amanda conducts her solo flight assessment.The precise, high-intensity and high-level training made her just regard the solo flight assessment as a more formal and somewhat special flight training day. "Formal" is because a lieutenant colonel's assessment instructor is sitting in the cockpit behind her, not Major Andres; All the words were used as an important basis for evaluating her.

On the day before Wednesday, Captain Danian Cannian, who was far away at the Naval Air Station in Corpus Christi, Texas, was also making intense preparations for his solo flight assessment.Although the previous 12 escort trainings had trained him very well, the intense competition among the cadets forced his anxiety attacks to worsen.The resulting restlessness, inexplicable tension or nervous insomnia made Danian feel very painful.

In this case, he had to choose to take certain drugs to suppress his psychological or neurological symptoms.He didn't tell anyone about the drugs he was taking, not even his new girlfriend Susan.Before Tuesday's solo flight test, Daniel gritted his teeth and walked into the flight preparation room after taking the last two pills.

"Captain, are you ready?" a major assessor asked standing beside T-6A.

"Yes, sir. The student pilot, Captain Daniel Cannian, requested a flight assessment." The energetic Daniel answered while holding his flying helmet in his arms while standing at attention.

"Okay, let's start the assessment now..." The major teacher couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

After nearly four hours of assessment, the Major's assessment form for teachers appeared in the words qualified.At this time, Daniel heaved a sigh of relief as if he had had a pleasant sexual relationship with Susan.Qualification means that he has been selected to receive a higher level of jet combat aircraft training on the T-45 "Goshawk" advanced trainer aircraft.

Everything was going as Daniel envisioned, but when he went to the Kingsville Naval Air Base, also in Texas, he was blocked by the Navy's aviation medicine experts from the training gate.The U.S. Navy has indeed invested a lot of money and resources in Daniel, but it will never allow a pilot who has gradually begun to rely on drugs to appear in the naval flight team.

On a sunny morning three days later, in an office at Base Corpus Christi, Daniel was sitting dejectedly in front of a naval captain who said, "Sir, I admit that I take medication. But I believe my anxiety can be Cured."

The colonel glanced at him angrily, and asked almost in a reproachful tone, "Captain, do you know how many dollars the U.S. Navy has invested in you? How much effort and precious training time have been spent by the instructors?"

Daniel stood up abruptly, and put his hands on his back without squinting, "Sir, I am very grateful to the U.S. Navy for attaching importance to me! If it weren't for the highly competitive and difficult training courses, I...I wouldn't be like this nervous."

"Captain, this is no reason! You know, every cadet who participates in the initial flight training may be selected to participate in the T-45 training course, but the US Navy does not only have F/A-18!" The colonel growled, Trying to convince Daniel to go his own way.

"Sir, I told myself from the first day I entered Pensacola that I must become an F/A-18 pilot. If I can't fly it, then I will lose my dream of being a US Naval Air Force."

"Captain, dreams don't always come true with the F/A-18. Sit down and relax!"

When Daniel sat down again, the colonel stood up from behind the desk and walked to the large window, "Captain, I am very sad and sorry that the U.S. Navy has lost such an excellent pilot as you. I am very sorry for that." Sorry, but I can't take that risk for the U.S. Navy."

"Sir, what do you mean to say, I will be dismissed from training from now on!?"

"Captain Cannian, not becoming a naval pilot does not mean that your ability is much inferior to others. I believe that you will definitely play to your advantage in the Pentagon."

"Pentagon? Sir, are you going to transfer me to the Ministry of Defense?" Daniel asked in surprise.

"At least doing so is a kind of compensation for you. The Washington Naval Yard also needs young and outstanding naval personnel like you, doesn't it?"

To sit in an office in the Pentagon in Washington and become a senior office worker, for some people, this is a good job with good pay, elegant environment, and no danger to life.But for Daniel, this is undoubtedly a cruel mental torture!

Sitting on the sofa, he was at a loss for words, he didn't know how to describe this huge psychological gap. "Fallen Angel", the collective name of the unselected HNA pilots, hit Daniel hard on the head.

"Hmph, fallen angel?! Damn it!" Daniel cursed himself secretly.

The colonel walked back to him and patted him on the shoulder, "Captain, don't let yourself give up the great career of the navy just because of the hat of 'Fallen Angel'."

Walking back behind the desk, he said, "You know, who's the most famous of the original 'Fallen Angels'?"

Daniel glanced at the colonel, "Sir, I'm not sure."

The colonel smiled slightly, and glanced at the old photo of himself standing next to the T-45 advanced trainer on the table, "Hehe, this person is General Lewis Puller of the Marine Corps. His resume, I I believe that any Marine Corps officer will know better than me. Here, I will just tell you that General Puller received five Navy Crosses when he retired."

When the colonel said this, even his own eyes seemed to be full of jealousy.In fact, the Navy Cross ranks second only to the Congressional Medal of Honor, the highest level in the U.S. military's medal system.

"Thank you, sir." Daniel seemed not interested in the Marine Corps general.

"Captain, I'm just telling you the truth. What kind of meaning does this story have, you can try to find the 'Fallen Angels' to have a good chat. "The colonel said very flatly.

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