Sun Jun 26, 1994

T.NAUGHTON [Scavenger] at 00:11 EDT

You just don't seem to understand the courage it takes to fly with a 386DX25. I guess you just have to be Japanese as the 386DX25 is the divine (hot) wind machine of Air Warrior. Every night before I take to the field I wrap my head in a 1941 scarf of burlap with the weed emblem above my eyes.I bow to the east and sip my little cup of ginsing mixed with Royal Jelly.

Then with a last salute I fling my leg up and over the printer and settle down into the cockpit. A flip of the start switch, I hear the Hard drive begin to whine. When it reaches peak I yell "contact" and hit the F8 key. The 386DX25 coughs and blue smoke envelopes me as Dos engages, bypasses the config and auto system. My keyboard lights begin to flicker on. I disengage the NUMLOCKs and begin to taxi.I look out of the cockpit once more as I know this will be my one hundreth one way trip this month.

With resolve I push my MarkII WCS to the firewall. The 386DX25 coughs, stalls, and then catches itself as we begin rollout. As I clear the end of the runway for just a moment I can see the smiling faces and hear the cheers of all the other 386ers as they wave me into battle. I know I am reaching take off speed as their faces are beginning to jump around on my screen as the 386 uses all of its energy to fly.

I will face the technology of 1994 with my weapons of 1991. But I will do my duty. I will seek out the enemy and do my best to down some of those (little tiny) aircraft as they go hoppity hoppity hoppity around my screen. If I can end just one of them dam hoppitys the evening will have been a success.

I will GO DIVING DOWN.

Scav.