Bright golden wings, heavy metal obligations

At the risk of exposing my own writing as shoddy and inferior, I needed to share this post with you.

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With little pageantry and only the slightest touch of flourish, I was handed two sets of golden metal wings today.  Both are to adorn my ‘new’ uniform.  One is larger than the other–set to take its’ place atop my head affixed to my regulation black and gold First Officer’s hat.  The other set of wings will be pinned carefully to my uniform suit jacket.

For as long as aviators have plied the skies, this symbol of flight–usually a stylized interpretation of bird’s wings–has been worn with pride by airmen the world over.  Some are woven from fine thread, others die-cast then plated in precious metal to make them gleam.  Pilots work long and hard for them, amassing many, many hours of careful, cautious flight experience to justify them being pinned proudly to one’s breast by a thankful country or air carrier.  They are usually bestowed with honor befitting a veteran…

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