Flyboy. That's what they called him. Granted that's what they called everyone in the Air Force, but right now it felt particularly apt. Flying was life and breath. Combat flying was life and breath. Heaven and earth. Sacrifice and death. It was more obvious now than ever, harnessing the power of an alien engine to protect the Earth - his home - from Anubis. He saw his brothers and sisters in arms (and wings) going down. He knew he would to. He just needed to hold out a little longer.
As his F-302 shuddered under the force of several hits, Cameron only hoped he'd succeeded in doing his part to save the world.