I make it simple: If you're in the air, it's my job to get you OUT of my skies. And that means that I will put as many rounds up your silly butt as I have to to see you go down in a flaming wreck, with or without wings.
Sadism? Nah. Welcome to the war, sonny. I give no quarters, and expect none back. Hell, if someone DOESN'T make sure I'm dead, I will do my very damn best to take you with me. I won't fly into you, but if I can get you under my sights and unload on you, I will.
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