The Target

"Squadron, this is Wing Leader.  How y'all doing out there?"

 "A-OK, Wing Leader, we're holding formation, awaiting your orders Sir."

 "Good.  Now listen men,  I want you to keep a tight formation as we approach the target."

"Roger Wing Leader, we're with you."

 "Roger that.  Now heads up everyone.  Target dead ahead, twelve o'clock."

"Roger that, Wing Leader.  Locked on target."

 "All right men, this is it.   Bombs away!"

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 (As I write this, Buddy's already at the car wash.)

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