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Gyro Down - Part 1He\'d had a long flight. Leaving Marion, Kansas earlier that day, he had landed in Sioux Falls, South Dakota to fuel up. He was a doctor, flying to his clinic in Sisseton, in the northeast corner of the state. He flew the route often, simply following Interstate 29 up through Iowa and South Dakota until he reached the small town. He had another hour or two to go. It was already 12:30 a.m.
His craft earned a few interested and curious looks from other pilots and ground crew. Called a gyrocopter, it was considered an ulralight aircraft. It was an odd-looking thing, with a propeller on the back of the cabin and a rotor on top. The man had a recreational pilot\'s license; meaning he wasn\'t qualified to fly planes, but could fly this craft for \"recreational\" purposes, during daylight hours and in good weather. He had purchased the craft to allow him to reside in Kansas with his family, and still work in Sisseton.
He fueled up the craft and also filled two 5-gallon cans of fuel,
Forgettable - euph
She\'s always been told she is beautiful,
and she\'s accepted this,
being neither proud nor ashamed
of the features that they refer to:
eyes the color of jade and gold;
a smile that lights up her face.
She knows she is intelligent.
But she is forgettable.
She knows this, too.
In a crowded bar she can sit for hours,
unnoticed by all except those who need to push up against her
and scream past her ear to the bartender
for another dose of nerves
She laughs about it with her friends,
with a self-deprecating shrug and a few funny lines,
calling herself the \'silent assassin\'.
I\'m so glad I don\'t get bothered all night
by some loser with too much beer and not enough brains.
But she watches the girls with tan midriffs
and belly button rings.
Smiling around a fruity-drink straw
as they wrap their tongues around fake words
and draw in their next would-be suitor.
Laughing at just the right time
and managing to look like a whore and an angel
all at the sa
Honor, sacrifice, dedication.
The words sound like a poster for the Marine Corps--
\"Be one of the few, the proud.\"
My belief in them is unshaken, and has come to be my
the pinnacle of all I aspire to be.
I am one of the chosen, and
in order to win, I must believe.
The heady scent of laurels fills me
before the starting gun is ever fired
and my eyes never waver from the prize;
except to size up those who run alongside me.
But the pressure of my own desire to win
weighs like an millstone around my neck,
mixing with failure\'s possibility.
The acid forces itself out of me
time and time again as I run.
I never hear the encouraging cheers of the crowd
change to a pitying murmur, then silence
as I forsake all for the glory of the finish.
It would matter nothing if I did hear them--
I am certain they will love me only
as a winner.
I cross the final line,
turning proudly to accept the praise I so desperately crave--
but the road is empty.
I wipe the bloody vomit fro
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