Money? Like I’m any good at getting that sweet green stuff, anyway. Of course I’ll stand in the howling wind on the roof of (FIHC, lotbotD) and take some pictures.
In my time in Afghanistan, I flew in these a few times – the first was my first helicopter flight, and I was in the side seat, and the doors were off. Another time we had the doors closed, but we were escaping a mortar attack. Despite my fear of heights, I’ll take doors off and nobody shooting over the other, any day.
I so associate Blackhawks with dust, that it surprised me when there wasn’t a huge cloud of dust getting kicked up as they passed over the river. Funny what you think about and notice sometimes.
Another funny thing, I hate war. I hate weapons. I’m pretty sure the only reason we “need” weapons is that we’re worried that the other guy has weapons. And why have a tool if you’re not going to use it? How many wars have been started simply because we have a kick-ass new hammer that needs a nail to pound? But, damn if I don’t love Blackhawks. They are beautiful, powerful and make a singular silhouette against the sky.