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At the beginning of Day Three at Fort Campbell, Connie pulled on the new helmet. It felt odd. She’d had her current helmet for four years. There had been various technology upgrades, but it had still been her helmet.
The ADAS helmet had been custom fit, like her first, but felt…wrong. She knew the feeling would wear off, but right now it was as distracting as a new pair of boots after wearing the old ones slipper-soft. The fit was okay around her skull, but the weight was about a third less and centered in different places. It wanted to tip her head forward. She’d have to watch out for that during high-gee maneuvers or when slamming through an air turbulence pocket.
Then the technician turned on the ADAS system and she forgot everything else. She’d thought she was ready for it, but s
