Took me a while to get acclimated. My predecessor wouldn't train me. Idiot had scruples about random civilian targets. Gutsy bastard, though -- he didn't scream until the very end.
I played with some really cool toys before the incident that got me discharged, but nothing compares to this stuff. UNIT incorporated alien technology. Before the strike, we dive low. The Master likes to watch. I can almost smell the smoke.
It's December 31. The Master is drinking champagne. There's another human custom he wants to observe, so we're in low orbit, following midnight around the globe.
I love fireworks.