::A youth runs into an SA recruiting office on Manhattan. The boy hands the first man in uniform he see's an envelope and runs out again. Quickly disappearing into the crowd.
The officer looks at the envelope, listens for a tick, just in case. No tick.
Greetings from your friendly terrorists in the north. I have sent this to make sure it got ome attention. I hope whoever you are that reads this first you will pas it on to the proper place.
My gripe.
Now you seem to be swelling your ranks from the 'short bus' and I don't mean the drivers. Now I understand that some of these candidates turn out very well. Modern science and teaching methods make for amazing achievements. However, just because the learn to tie and polish their own boots...They SHOULD NOT be given command of Gunboats and put to patroling New York where My fellows and I have to put up with this jarbled version of Libertarian all over the comms. And if you are going to use this untapped resource as pilots PLEASE give the proper COMM and flight combat rules of engagement training that a REAL pilot must learn to get his wings. Even in a small group like ours. Not all of your ranks have the grit of an omlette, there are still a few Aces up your sleeve. And a few witty bastards out there as well. Its a pleasure to lose a ship if I can go out laughing. Don't you agree? If we can take the time to talk some trash, and try to make it interesting. Please teach these monkeys you got flying how to type if they can't speak clear.
Sincerely your guide to the Battle of the Wits from Ouray,
