I once served in the military, specifically the Air Force. I served my time and then got out, but I will always respect my fellow brothers and sisters who volunteer their time and lives to the cause. It is a job that isn't meant for many, but for the few. Although F4 Phantoms were used primarily as training drones for my country, it was still a neat backdrop for a military tribute to my time in service (that and it was mostly completed for the YCH I bought!). Much respect to those who have served and offered the ultimate sacrifice this Memorial Day weekend.
Art Done by: LittleBadWolf - FurAffinity Account: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/littlebadwolf
Art Done by: LittleBadWolf - FurAffinity Account: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/littlebadwolf
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Wolf
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The roar of the engines pierced the air, the heat of the jets made the chill frost melt into nothing but vapor, as the jet soared through the sky. A dance of death, two weapons of war whipping in and out of each other's paths, neither yet willing to loose their lances, instead bullets flying from guns in the fore, letting out the chatter of doom.
Only one jet cut sharp contrails through the sky. Only one that took each turn, each move, and seemed to glide into it, like it was the brush of some fantastical artist, and the sky the canvas on which it drew its fearsome picture, the jet glancing in and out of the others, as it suddenly cut one of its engines, and its speed dropped.
It seemed to stall, for just a moment, as it hung in the air, looking like a steel bird, and as the other jets, its foes, swooped before it, unable to stop, they were in its sights, and without wasting a missile, it took them down, the great rending of metal as its guns tore through their bodies audible, even as it turned on its engines.
She lowered her glasses, staring at it, watching as it fell for a moment towards the cold, hard ground, and then, with a blast, the engine ignited again, and it shot into the sky, soaring right beside her, and her ears rung with that noise for the next hour, as the pilot soared off, more battles to fight in the endless sky, which would soon be host to a great war.
Only one jet cut sharp contrails through the sky. Only one that took each turn, each move, and seemed to glide into it, like it was the brush of some fantastical artist, and the sky the canvas on which it drew its fearsome picture, the jet glancing in and out of the others, as it suddenly cut one of its engines, and its speed dropped.
It seemed to stall, for just a moment, as it hung in the air, looking like a steel bird, and as the other jets, its foes, swooped before it, unable to stop, they were in its sights, and without wasting a missile, it took them down, the great rending of metal as its guns tore through their bodies audible, even as it turned on its engines.
She lowered her glasses, staring at it, watching as it fell for a moment towards the cold, hard ground, and then, with a blast, the engine ignited again, and it shot into the sky, soaring right beside her, and her ears rung with that noise for the next hour, as the pilot soared off, more battles to fight in the endless sky, which would soon be host to a great war.
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