254/365 05/03/2026

Charlie-Bravo-30, what is your  twenty?

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I say again: Charlie-Bravo-30, what  is your twenty? 

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He wished the communications equipment was shittier. That it wasn’t so crisp and clear and technologically advanced. He missed the days of static. When the slightest shift high in the heavens might lend a warble to a voice across the miles. This new stuff, every time he released the to-talk button, there was nothing but silence. Clean, clear silence so profound he didn’t know if the system was even working.