Cargo
Watching When Weather Changed History, about the South Pole rescue.
Cargo planes.
Both of us thinking about the C-130 we were stuffed onto in Saudi, glad to be out of the underground parking garage, going to where we would be for a few months. In full gear, many holding rifles, all wearing helmets and gas masks, on the webbing seats, snugged in shoulder to shoulder, knees meshed. O dark 30. No place to fall, the overwhelming roar of engines, everyone asleep after a week of barely anything of the like, no one remembers the actual take-off. Few the landing, either.
Best sleep ever.
Cargo planes.
Both of us thinking about the C-130 we were stuffed onto in Saudi, glad to be out of the underground parking garage, going to where we would be for a few months. In full gear, many holding rifles, all wearing helmets and gas masks, on the webbing seats, snugged in shoulder to shoulder, knees meshed. O dark 30. No place to fall, the overwhelming roar of engines, everyone asleep after a week of barely anything of the like, no one remembers the actual take-off. Few the landing, either.
Best sleep ever.
Posted by Zhoen on Friday, March 01, 2013
2 comments:
I tend to sleep on commercial aircraft; the hum and vibration lulls me immediately.
heh. you think cargo planes, i think of that friend i used to have who worked as a snowplow driver on antarctica.
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