"After that air show, I became hugely attracted to the dream of flight
"After that air show, I became hugely attracted to the dream of flight." Larry said, "I wanted to fly more than anything. I didn't have much care for school, games, movies, and everything else you would expect from a normal teenager. The only things I still clung to were my family and Jessica. As most people went to get a driving permit when they turned fifteen, I was taking flying lesions. I remember when I first flew in a Piper Cub and in that same plane I flew solo about a year later. By my junior year in high school, I had my own plane to fly."
"What did you do with your plane?" Stefan asked. He started to make hand gestures, "Like, would you just fly around the airport or would you travel?"
Albert shouted from the kitchen when he caught wind of their conversation, "I'll tell you, I wasn't exactly proud of what he did," Albert produced a slight grin, "But it was pretty damn good."
The group turned their attention back from Albert to Larry as he begun to speak.
"I would take my sport plane in the air and fly around the airport until another private plane took off. I would buzz the plane a few times and then I climbed as high as I could go, then I would storm down nearly vertical and pass just in front of the plane, like a fighter."
Jessica and Stefan laughed; Albert didn't. He looked up and said, "Those stunts caused him a month in jail, community and service, and wasn't allowed to fly for a year unless he paid two thousand dollars in fines."
"I remember that day in court. Larry was almost emotionally destroyed if it wasn't for his dad. He wanted his son to fly and paid the fine for him, but on one condition: Larry had to join the Belkan Air Force when he finished high school and would have to fight in at least one war. Once 1990 had pasted, he signed him up."
Larry interrupted, "The proudest day in my life was July 17, 1993 when I became a pilot for the Belkan Air Force as an Airman First Class in the 521st Fighter Squadron of the 4th Air Division. Those days I flew a MiG-29 in a squadron of four MiGs. Even though I was low in rank, I was invited to be our squadron leader's wingman and number two in the squadron and of course I accepted the honor. Even though I had to leave my novia behind in Hoffnung, I was nevertheless happier than I was in a long time now that my life dream was realized."