*With a final scan of the surroundings, the assistant loadmaster signals to the pilot that everyone who had assured him they would return has returned. He initiates the raising of the loading gate.*
*The monstrous jets fire more resoundingly, and the balloon puffs out even more. With a surge, the ungainly craft leaps into the sky, drifting forward rapidly, and swinging a bit like a pendulum. Steadying, it gains altitude, and slowly circles round until it is aligned with the setting sun.*
The Beer Run continues...
-good times, G.J.P.(Jr.)
I think I'll take a nap, wake me up when we reach Ireland.
E beer me!