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Justin walked into the bay of the Calamity Jane as the sun was setting toward the unseen Israeli coast. The Peleliu was single-footing her way west. Not fast, but definitely on the move toward whatever her next assignment might be. When they arrived where they were going, Justin wanted to make sure his bird was ready.
He had to take off his hat at the head of the ramp or risk knocking it off. The cargo bay of the MH-47G was one Justin-unit high as his old crew had called it. Carmen had rediscovered that one recently, coming up with it on her own, which had both hurt and helped with the old memories.
Inside he could walk about safely enough, but not with the extra three inches of cowboy hat. The cargo bay was head high, a Humvee wide as he’d proved the night before, and long enough fo
