I guide the huge helicopter to our airport. I see that it is unfortunately greeted with a mass of armed security personnel. I land and head inside the terminal for a bite to eat and a shower.
After showering I begin drawing up a few ideas of things I want to put on my aircraft as nose art. I have to choose between the third verse of The Destruction of Sennacherib.
"For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!"
Or the last three verses of Scots Wha Hae
"'Who for Scotland's King and Law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand or freeman fall,
Let him follow me.
'By Oppression's woes and pains,
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free.
'Lay the proud usurpers low,
Tyrants fall in every foe,
Liberty is in every blow,
Let us do or die!'"
Yes I know Scotland is not a real country.
I also think about naming the aircraft "Apocalpyse Now"