Flight, HALT! Left, FACE!

The yells of MTI's ring out among the announcements of each flight. 50+ trainees a flight. 12 flights. All in unison. The spectacle is amazing to watch, the past 8.5 weeks coming to fruition. Soon to be airmen in their air force blues. Stern faces trying hard not smile, or eyes to look around for family. The best day of their lives, men and women alike. Brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, husbands and wives. All of them and wingman to everyone in the air...

Graduation.

A two hour long ceremony marked with laughter, beach balls, gowns, caps flying, and the occasional "Rebel pride" shout by the school hicks. All in all, it was kind of boring, yet surreal at the same time. Like, Is this it? Am I actually graduating? Yet, it feels good, and I'm ready to make my mark on the world.

Anarchy in the house of god. Flames lick at the foundation of lies. All shall be burnt to dust. All cower in the face of immortal fear. All shall fall, none shall rise. Fear grips the masses by the throat, forever strangulating and never letting go. All shall be burnt to dust.

It all began as a fight for control. It was an inner fight, known only to a few of those higher up. Soon though, it escalated into a full blown war for control of everything. Holy hosts with their swords of...