December 12th, 2003


War Journal Entry #37: Planes.

Got back in Chicago today. Outprocessed in under a day. Not yet home. (Hopefully Sunday/Monday.)

And I found out somethings about planes and flying. One is if you hit enough rough-as-hell turbulence, it'll whip any fear you had about flying right back into your head, no matter how long it's been gone. (13+ years. :P)

Two is you can se a shitload of polution from the air, and the effects it's doing. (Like seeing a factory spew out fumes and covering a valley like a goddamned flith blanket.) Damn, we are fucking over the planet.

More when I get back home and on Lina.