How does it feel to lose something precious which doesn’t belong to you in the first place?

The Magic Seat

          Our lone passenger arrived after about half an hour of endless wait. I watched the staff car stopped meters away from the chopper and I saw a 6′2” frame of a man dressed in the traditional blue General Officer’s Attire (GOA) with twin stars on the shoulder. I saluted when I met his gaze and approached to take the attaché case from his aide walking next to him with two Anahaw leaves on the shoulder. I was however prevented to do so having been told that the guy had paper contents to be read on flight. I dropped the point of arguing about loose baggage in the interest of flight safety. It’s a futile attempt to ever consider arguing the matter with a star officer(a general). Instead I was called to take a golf bag at the back of the staff car that left me at the rush of dragging the thing inside the left side baggage compartment of the chopper as I heard the pilot prompting me to clear the area for take-off. I closed the left side compartment and took my stand on the front right side of the aircraft making a thumbs up sign to the pilots after assuring the rear portion clear for engine start. I was reminded of an incident involving a curiouser being chopped to death by the tail rotor when a private helicopter landed in Luneta and I couldn’t imagine such a petty act of negligence make me feel responsible. I slid the right side door closed when the turbine assumed the steady hum. I took my entrance at the left  side door and pulled the access to lock from the inside eventually making the final clearing for take-off.  The ground receded from view and I had the bird’s eye view of the National Headquarters serving as the grand safehouse of Law Enforcement. A hundred feet up one gets to see things below in the true light. The Camp is merely an installation trying to cover up its building with new paint but the old framework struggles to reveal itself, the rusted roof, the detached paneling, abandoned offices, etc. It’s another typical government facility caught amidst poor maintenance out of unprioritized budgets. Then you get to compare the towering private buildings sprouting like mushrooms alongside and law enforcement would seem to have been dwarfed. Ironically playing a vital key to neutralize the ever worsening peace situation but is met by the mighty giant in the general public that always claims everything in disorder, chaos. It is quite  early at the 1st quarter of the millenium to prophesize what possible future I may lay my eyes on if I ever get myself flying 5-10 years hence to watch over the possible changes that would shape or bring destruction to what I see below. I behold the image of the capital city (Manila) which may have been identical to some country’s past a decade ago or “the would be” present of a country that is yet to get up from its knees in embracing the rigors that goes with globalization. The ever-increasing problem of waste management in the advancing state of land, air and water pollution, the denudation of the forest and  the conversion of agricultural lands for commercial spaces offering ample space for its citizens to avail of an unwelcome option to build shanties amidst towering commercial buildings and theme parks. A quite incommensurable price to pay in exchange for a fast life with the promise to reap the fruits of advancement; speedy air and surface transportation, monumental buildings and state-of-the-art factories (with primitive waste disposal system), a web of electrical and communication cables messed up above the streets  and highways with a promise to enlighten the lives and connect its citizens nearer to each other. I was caught at the magic seat to think about the implications if the technology that allowed me to enjoy the conquest of the air was all worth it. The hazy air began to assume a clear path ahead as I drifted to the minutes of the journey that would shorten the length of travel by land. Our destination was an approximated 230 kilometers by air on a straight line, imagine the dilemma of taking the trip by land having to be subjected to endless curves, elevations, traffic, dust and smoke at the peak of the summer heat.  So one could just make a sigh of relief sitting on board a helicopter cruising at 220 kph free of the earthly obstruction, on that magic seat that gets you at places you never had been.                        

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  • chantell on Oct 18, 2009

    A little long, but great work.

  • Francois Hagnere on Oct 18, 2009

    That is so excellent. You are such a great writer. I’m impressed in each time more!

  • Christine Ramsay on Oct 18, 2009

    Such a good piece. You are a talented writer.

    Christine

  • Christine Ramsay on Oct 18, 2009

    Such a good piece. You are a talented writer.

    Christine

  • Brenda Nelson on Oct 18, 2009

    very detailed writting.

  • CHAN LEE PENG on Oct 18, 2009

    When one lost something precious which didn\’t belong to them in life, it must be an irritating feeling. But nothing is permanent in this world, so LOST and GAIN are always existed in our life. By adopting a healthy thought on this issue, we\’ll accept its \”go and come\”. Great piece! :-)

  • ken bultman on Oct 18, 2009

    As always, I enjoyed taking the ride with you. I’m sorry you had to pump fuel by hand but you couldn’t expect the star officer to do it. Remember, R.H.I.P.

  • deep blue on Oct 18, 2009

    Ken, rank has its privileges alright. Now I’ll be contented sweeping the floor in a company who see people without the rank. BTW it’s a bit amusing I get a general’s payroll without somebody to salute. Funny it seems.

  • Goodselfme on Oct 18, 2009

    Well shared composition. I subscribe to your posts and never got a post you submitted this. I just happened to seek you out. So glad I did to read this well written post.

  • cebuanaeyez on Oct 18, 2009

    You are a wonderful writer!

  • ahmad joko setyawan on Oct 18, 2009

    As always, I loved your story Will.You have such a wonderful way with words and ideas, incorporating and executuing them wonderfully! Your pen name suits you to a tee,you are a very deep writer but a damn good one!! I\’m glad you got sleep in the end and though it may have been beer induced,sleep is sleep!Also glad you found the key.The ending was outstanding as with the whole story for that matter! Keep them coming my friend,they are so very enjoyable to read,like a breath of fresh air!

  • deep blue on Oct 18, 2009

    Thanks for all the comments. BTW that story was based on the events that transpired way back March 2001.

  • Ruby Hawk on Oct 18, 2009

    I absolutely loved your whole article. My grandson is crew chief on the Black Hawk and it was just like talking to him. I feel sure he goes through very much the same thing every day.Thanks for the share.

  • monica55 on Oct 19, 2009

    What an interesting write? I enjoyed it thoroughly. Thanks for sharing.
    Monica.

  • Lady Sunshine on Oct 19, 2009

    Wow, Will! You are one fascinating guy! And the adventures you lived! Great story!

  • chitragopi on Oct 19, 2009

    Interesting adventure. Great that you’re able to express it in writing

  • Jane Jane on Oct 19, 2009

    wow. that\’s so long. great!

  • CutestPrincess on Nov 10, 2009

    that’s great,your works are always interesting

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