Operation Waiting Shoreline

Dear Kristy Leigh,

Today I felt something stir in me that I have never felt before. We were out for a bright day of mountain climbing, and during our ascent we ran into some very disagreeable fellows in SA-2s. My Marines joyfully ran into the fray under my battle cry of OFF WE GO "Hey Diddle Diddle Right Up The Middle!" and we crested INTO the summit. While enjoying the view, we spotted a Fan Song radar, which had been shooting down USAF aircraft. I destroyed the Fan Song, and that's when my vision went completely blue! All I could see was THE WILD BLUE YONDER, and images of Billy Mitchell as he went CLIMBING HIGH INTO THE SUN. A sense of profound fulfillment washed over me as I though AT 'EM BOYS, GIVE 'EM THE GUN! Not long after, the enemy counterattacked causing us to take cover. My first instinct was to tell everyone DOWN WE DIVE to get to safety, but my Marines kept SPOUTING OUR FLAME FROM UNDER. It was about that time that a optically guided SA-2 launched OFF WITH ONE HELLUVA ROAR. Lacking any remaining explosives, our enterprising enlisted jumped into a truck and rammed the launcher. I can only assume that in their heads they were thinking WE LIVE IN FAME OR GO DOWN IN FLAME. It worked! We destroyed all of the air defense on the hilltop, and I was able to radio it in. Soon a flight of F-4 Phantoms arrived overhead, supporting with napalm. As the heat waves from the exploding canisters rippled over my muscular sun tanned body, aviator sunglasses, and blond flowing hair, I was wrapped in the total calm that can only come by knowing that NOTHING'LL STOP THE US AIR FORCE!

Please tell Cindy Bea and Michelle Sue that I have almost finished gathering funds for the construction of our new Eden. Found a great spot out in Idaho.

Much Love,

QQ Havercruft III Esq