Log Entry 2 Date: 4-15-2007

The first storm of winter is coming in. The winds are starting to whip across the ice faster than normal. Today was surely the last I could venture out to see the penguins; it was interesting to watch them, they were breeding for next year. The two penguins who had come to be close to me seem to be going to have their own egg. It will be interesting to see how their baby reacts to me.

On an odder note, the radar was set off by unidentified signatures, nothing registered in the data bases and it was fast as hell. It registered mach 3 by our calculations. It could have been a glitch, but a little action around here was enough to get everybody roiled up. Ian Yakovitch was the 1001st's captain, and local conspiracy theorist; he swore that we were being invaded. "Oh really," Jimmy Young said, Jimmy was a 2nd Lieutenant, "I'm so sure being in control of a piece of ice at the bottom of the world is sooo strategically important!" His voice was rich with sarcasm. All the pilots of the 1001st, including myself, laughed hard at Jimmy's joke. Even the 1002nd who had been sitting across the lobby snickered. Their captain was a little more hard nosed than Ian.

We were scrambled for the incident. Everybody loves to be scrambled. Most of us are people who love to fly, and any chance we got we flew. It was the only thing we had to do here, even for me it was the only thing the got me though the winter.

Our planes were slightly outdated. We flew F-104 "Starfighters", they were old but they were well maintained and fun as hell to fly.