Buddy, there ain't anything like gettin' back aboard ship ... alive ... and knowing a good hot meal and air conditioning were waiting. Not having to worry about "incoming" would mean a another safe night with comforts that the less fortunate guys stuck ashore could only dream of. It was a brief but greatly appreciated respite for the squadron. It never lasted as long as we all wanted. Morning would start the war all over again ... ashore.
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