In a field, located west of Salinas, California at the crack of dawn was a Bell 206 "Jet Ranger" helicopter outfitted for agricultural application.
Behind the controls was ex-Canadian marine Ben Cooper, wanting to go home and see his wife and kids. He deeply loved his wife, and longed to see her beautiful face, and kiss her lips once again. Feeling burnt out and tired, he mumbled to air traffic control, signifying he was going to land and refill his fuel tanks and his chemical hoppers. Because of his ten years' experience in aerial application
Seeing that had one more row of strawberries to spray before running out of pesticides among hundreds of more fields, he pitched the chopper up, and kicked the rudder pedal to the left, bringing the chopper up in altitude, and whipping out the tail, before descending towards the field of strawberries once again, to spray his pesticides.
Smiling at the fact that he will be paid handsomely, he pushed the button in the cockpit of the jet ranger, enabling him to spray his pesticides over the fields, while flying low to the ground, he pitched up once more, and kicked the rudder to the right
Ben's brown eyes were red and restless, and a slight grimace graced his face, wanting to go home and get in bed with his wife, and be able to contribute to the family, while watching his daughters graduate from the middle school that was south of Salinas, inside a middle class neighborhood.
Upon running out of pesticides, Ben headed towards the chemical truck, and lowered the tail to slow down the chopper, and then entered a slow descent towards the chemical truck.
Upon touching down on the platform on the truck, the chemical handler hooked up a hose to the chemical hopper, and dumped the pesticides inside the helicopter's chemical tanks, while the fuel handler put aviation fuel in the fuel tanks of the chopper.
As the chemical handler signalled Ben he was finished putting the chemicals into the chemical hopper, Ben saluted the man, and then looked to the left, to where the fuel handler signalled Ben he was finished filling up the fuel tanks of the chopper, to which Ben saluted the man, and took off once more.
Knowing the job was almost done; Ben headed into the field, and flew low over the area, and sprayed the pesticides. Nearing the end of the field, Ben pitched once more, and kicked the rudder pedal to the right, and whipped the chopper's tail out, while communicating with air traffic control from Salinas Municipal Airport, he flew low over the fields once more, while spraying his pesticides.
Ben yawned, feeling tired and bored, visualizing the moment he proposed to his wife, and then visualizing to the first time to two shared their first kiss. He imagined looking deeply into her gray eyes, wishing she was in the cockpit of the helicopter with him.
He then began to focus again, feeling burnt out, and tired of not being able to sleep with his wife for entire nights. A rush of thoughts went into his mind, regarding his family, thinking he was a terrible father for always being at work, despite always buying them toys and helping raise them when he worked the day shift ten years ago.
Upon reaching the end of the field, Ben diverted back to Salinas Municipal Airport; to land, and go home to see his family.