Dreams of teleportation and a ragtag setup fit for a war sitcom. Huge flying ships. Volleys of missiles eventually breaking through thick armor and anti-air defenses. It was quite a thrill to see something the size of a skyscraper listing and falling out of the sky most likely causing more damage landing then it was worth. An angel class troop called "Maybelene" only two deployed on my particular troop mentally illport. There was a mental connection to them. On the last deployment of the dream a tucking tr.ans MTF was one of the troops. It was mad. We need to be bombed, we need war. U.S. without war is like fruit rotting on the vine. Bring a foriegmn adversary desperate enough to bomb us and we can save this country for the harvest. Let it rot and we'll be nothing more then dirt. I think we're ripe for failure, but then again every generation says this and here we are. Eventually one of us is going to be right.
