the steel in my hand felt like shaking hands with an old best friend.
I climbed up the maintenance step, moving with a muscle memory that hadn’t faded. I was no longer Ethan the Janitor. I was Sergeant Cole, Lead Airframe Mechanic, 101st Airborne.
I popped the cowling on the main rotor transmission.
There it was.
To the untrained eye, it looked perfect.continue reading …
