Low Flying Chaplain

Oh my. As if the world isn't dangerous enough. Yep. That's Dan. Danny. Chappy. Daddy. Flying, I repeat, FLYING in a helicopter. A friend of ours who flies here (as his job!) asked Dan last week if he'd like to go along on a ride one day. I actually think Dan got to the air field before the pilots. He was so excited. This guy flies "patrols" here in the early morning hours. He flies all over the desert to make sure no civilians have wandered onto base land. He has to do this before the troops in training start their "shooting" (for lack of a better term). "Shooting" is putting it mildly. Judging from the way my house shakes, I would not want to be "out there" when it actually happens. Anyway, this guy let Dan go along. And then, somewhere over the desert, he snapped this picture. I'm a little impressed and a lot scared. I'm concerned that the chaplain who got a special license to drive giant Army trucks though Iraq won't just be content to sit at his desk anymore. The thought of going "Airborne" or "Ranger" has always been a dream for him. And now, he's flying in a helicopter. Lord, help us!