Anything Like That

G. Harrison A.

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She knew she'd never let anything like that happen to her, not while she was in the Military anyway. She held herself to a higher standard than most of the other pilots, pilots that she knew got by on charm alone, and by being yes men, two of the things she would never do. But then there lie the real problem, they were male's and they could afford to be lax and make mistakes that would or could get female like her fired. She could never lose sight of that fact; ever. She'd seen other women, really good ones, get washed out of the service over a hell of a lot less, so she stayed aloof to her crew and others, at least while she was in the service.

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• Publié par: A. G. Harrison
• Date de parution: 29 juillet 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781839783449
• Langue: English

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Anything Like That
 
 
Book series: “Coral Bay”
 
 
Part 1
 
 
Series by A. G. Harrison
 
 
Publication as of July 2021
 
Introduction by A. G. Harrison
 
Introduction
 
From the time human felt the necessity to communicate, he realized the value of the written word and wrote by drawing on cave walls, clay tablets, stones, papyrus, parchment, paper, and today, with the development of technology, he has created e-books.
 
The object "book" is classified in industrial products, but at the same time it is a cultural good. Personally, I emphasize both of its dimensions, but mainly in its cultural dimension. I consider the book to be the most important expression of culture because quite simply, in addition to being the same work of art, it supports all other expressions of culture.
 
As an industrial product, through the many stages of its creation and before it reaches the hands of the reader, it financially supports a wide range of professions, such as writers, philologists, translators, designers, publishers, paper merchants, printing houses, bookbinders, distributors and, finally, bookstores… Let us not forget, of course, that today it also greatly supports the huge online market industry.
 
The governments of many countries, studying and delving into the economic benefits of the book, have invested and supported this industry in various ways, which flourished and offered them great financial gains.
 
Starting with the Sumerians, Babylonians and other peoples of Mesopotamia, who wrote on clay tablets, Egyptians and Romans, who wrote on papyrus, the Jews on parchment, the evolution with handwritten books images in the Middle Ages in Europe, the creation of the first wooden typographic elements and paper by the Chinese, who printed the first books, the discovery of metallic elements by the German Johannes Gutenberg during the Renaissance and the really rapid development of printing in 1450 until 1456 and, finally, during the 19th-20th century the Industrial Revolution, which makes the production of the book flourish are some examples of the value of the written word.
 
The agony and effort of all these civilized societies, over time, in various parts of the world, teaches us that the book is an integral part of human existence.
 
Throughout this course the book records and transports from the depths of the centuries ancient civilizations, which teach us about the mistakes that we can avoid or imitate the achievements of our ancestors and adopt timeless principles and values, supplies for survival. but also the evolution of the human species.
 
By reading a book, we have the opportunity to create with our imagination the heroes of history, landscapes, various objects, etc. In the pages of a book, the author, in addition to his study, research, experiences, also expresses his feelings. He makes us members of his own world and gives us the opportunity to learn.
 
It helps us to acquire knowledge but also to enrich our vocabulary, improving our own writing.
 
It contributes to our mental alertness, increases the ability to focus, improves our memory, helps to develop our analytical mental abilities, entertains us, calms us down and helps reduce stress.
 
Of course, apart from the importance of touch and contact with a hot material, reading a quality book contributes significantly and decisively to our self-education, the cultivation of critical thinking, the upgrading of our aesthetics and consequently contributes to our quality of life.
 
It conveys art, informs, cultivates the spirit and the soul, elevates intelligence, finds solutions to problems, conveys messages, circulates ideas, forms consciences.
 
I hope my books convey a message of personal experiences and you could find segments of your own truth as well.
 
Thank you in advance for being here and being ready to start reading.
Chapter One
 
She kept her crew alert to any possible eventuality during the entire flight, and she always listened to any constructive input they had that might make the flight safer and more enjoyable for her passengers.
 
Skillfully and slowly, she began bringing the aircraft down from their cruising altitude in preparation for landing, and as she did she glanced out the windows at the scenery. It always amazed her the way the contrasting colors of lush vegetation and dark lava beds fought against the varying blues of the ocean, they all blended together to make this scenic and very relaxing picture. Major Sayer gently banked the large twin engine executive jet to the left as she prepared for her final approach. She glanced again at her readouts and computer screens for probably the millionth time during the flight, and even though the aircraft practically flew itself she rechecked the systems, everything was perfect. Rather than send her co-pilot back to tell her passengers personally, like she sometimes did, she picked up the microphone and said in that easy voice of hers, “Will you please buckle your seatbelts and stow all loose gear. We will be on the ground in five minutes,” she wanted to give her passengers time to put their computers away if they had them out.
 
As it was, she sat the sleek jet down at Hilo International Airport like the runway was made of eggs and the wheels of the jet were hammers, needless to say she didn’t break a single egg. In fact, the passengers didn’t realize they were on the ground until she reversed the jets powerful engines. In the time it took her to expertly taxi over to where a ground controller was waiting for them, he was the one waving the twin paddles, and got the jet stopped, a limousine was already on the tarmac and was pulling up next to the jets door as she set aircrafts parking brakes. Apparently, they were anxious to whisk her passengers off to who knew what or where, but then that wasn’t her concern, this jet was.
 
There were only two passengers aboard this flight and they were none other than Mr. John M. Augustine and Mrs. Penny A. Savine-Augustine, she was the stepdaughter of the Vice President of the United States. John was the son of Boeing’s Military Aircraft Division’s CEO and when he married Penny, that meant they rated the absolute best red-carpet treatment the Air Force could provide----at the Vice-President’s insistence of course. As it was, and if the surveys and poles could be believed, the VP would most likely become the next President of the United States, so he had the juice. Therefore, without too much argument on the VP's part, the Military was rolling out the red carpet for the father of the bride. Connie figured the generals were hedging their bets, and of course that’s exactly what they were doing.
 
Major Sayer knew that she was an extremely privileged pilot, the Air Force usually didn’t hand over the controls to probably the most luxurious aircraft in their inventory to just anybody. As far as lavish appointments went, well this jet would probably be ranked slightly ahead of lavish appointments of Air Force One, as far as posh went. This jet could provide Connie’s guest with absolutely the best the military, or anyone else for that matter, had to offer in the way of extravagance.
 
As soon as her passengers disembarked, Connie and her co-pilot, Lieutenant Terry McDermott, came out of the cockpit and stiffly made their way to where the flight attendant was cleaning up the cabin. Terry dropped into one of the plush overstuffed leather chairs near a window while Connie went over to the bar.
 
“It looks like we’re going to be here overnight. After you finish here, you guys take the night off, but let me know where you’ll be and leave your cell phones on so I can find you if there’s a change of plans. As for me, I’ll be at the Hilo Hawaiian soaking in a hot tub or maybe even be on the beach basking in this wonderful sunshine and killing skin cells,” Connie said to her crew.
 
Terry looked at Linda for a second or two before he said in a dejected tone, “I guess we’re staying at the Best Western. Linda and I are having supper together tonight. You want to join us?”
 
Connie caught the look that passed between them and thought to herself, my God, I’ll bet they’re sleeping together. I never saw this shit coming. Not that she minded what her crew did on their own time. However, officers were not supposed to be fraternizing with enlisted personnel, not only was it was against regulations, it went against decorum, though she’d never tell or say anything, so long as they were discreet.
 
The third member of Connie’s crew was an extremely cute Technical Sergeant named Linda Harris. She was the Gulfstream’s flight attendant, passenger liaison, cargo master, and their in-flight chef all rolled into one.
 
“No, I don’t think so. I want to relax and spend some time alone,” Connie quickly answered.
 
Linda looked at Connie and caught her flat footed when she asked point blank, “You mean you’re not going to Waikui to see Don?”
 
Connie’d had a brief, but torrid affair with Don Mast, a chopper pilot who flew tourist around the islands, however, one day when she popped in unannounced and discovered him in bed with another couple, in fact they were his own tourists, that was that. Anyway, she stormed off while he was trying to get into his pants and never spoke to him again.
 
“Nope, that ship sailed long ago. Like I said, I’ll be at the hotel if anything comes up. Island Services will be servicing the plane this evening and should be here shortly to get started, but I want one of you to make sure they don’t stiff us on the champagne like they tried to do in Vegas last month. In my book, it’s either Grande Siècle or Dom Pérignon or nothing, end of discussion,” Connie stated, while opening the fridge under the counter to look at its stock before taking out an imported bottle of beer and expertly unscrewing the cap.