The boys got to visit the cockpit of Dad's plane at his new job. They still think Dad should be a firefighter, but a pilot is a fairly close second on the coolness scale.
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I don't think I ever complained about what my dad did when I was younger. He drove in the big tanks that had big guns attached on them. That was cool, but the night vision goggles he brought home were the coolest! I just wish he had been home more.
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