Large Fierce Mammal

A timely tanker of single malt is the magickal secret ingredient to keeping those girls in the air!

Someone most of us here have enjoyed the benefit of “knowing” since our childhood embarks on another perilous journey tonight, and few have every paused to consider the strategic, tactical, and logistical realities of a Grand Mission that, done half-assed, could end up being Nick’s last ride.

He’s been at this a while so it stands to reason that it’ll all go off swimmingly, but we do have to express our concern. Not unlike your Mother who tells you to drive safely because, if she hadn’t brought it up, you’d naturally default to driving like a negligent maniac.

The Show Must Go On

By LFM

The open lonely road has
Always been a risky place.
Demanding care and caution,
And a sharp blade, just in case.

Eyes upon the road ahead,
But watch your back my Friend.
Take care it’s just the voyage,
Not your life that meets its end.

Brigands, thugs, and highwaymen,
And unbelievers too,
Pop full erect this time of year —
They’re waiting just for you.

Perhaps I worry o’er much,
For more than most I ken
The flak was thick in ’44,
And many times since then!

Every year, the Girls and you
Fly off in face of hate,
But Nick, please tell me if you need
A tail gunner Mate!

The road still offers contest
To your safe return to bed.
Keep your powder dry my Friend,
Remember — dead is dead!