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6 Captain Jack “the Pirate” Spahr loved being a weekend warrior. Army National Guard was typically about doing your monthly weekend and helping out with the occasional flood relief. In exchange he got to fly a twenty-million-dollar helo for the fun of it. Being called up to fly bucket brigade on a forest fire for a few weeks just made it all the sweeter. And it sure beat the hell out of the unexpected six-month tour of Afghanistan they’d pulled in his first year. That had been a brutal shock but he’d been one of the lucky ones. Made it home little worse for wear. Still, those had been hard days. He’d been married less than a year then, kid on the way. His brother’d had to take over both their jobs in building their first major apartment complex. And Chinooks had been getting shot out o