The hellish noise of a full engagement affects every soldier. Even me. And, this man’s Air Force marks the faint of heart 4F – return to momma. So, not going there!

Grandma O’Neill would never approve of that, though she had wondered about me – from time-to-time. But, I can proudly say that I never let the quiver that existed deep down inside to show. Never let it take root and rule. Experience teaches that fear, carefully pruned, can be turned into a sharp-edged weapon.

With a last deep inhale I dodged into the fray, sword high.

Commissary, thy name is Chaos!