I'm a pilot, we're all pilots, what do we do?Different.
We work, we get, we fight.
Hmmm...Fighting?For what are we fighting for?
For the sake of love?For the sake of freedom?For the sake of money?
Shouldn't we live in a world where not raging hell of battle,where there is freedom,where there is love,where there are friends.
But alas, the world will never do that.
We are different,but rod, we have one-man.
We are tied to his hook on the rod that pulls us into the limitless expanses of space.
We must understand and find our way.



Vlad Kavegov.