“No dude, that’s useless,” Travis shot back. “We need to get into something harder. Something to get us even more prepared.” “Shit. What will get us more prepared than ROTC?” I asked. Travis turned and looked around, all conspiratorial-like, making sure no one was listening. “Civil Air Patrol,” he said, squinting and nodding, like he actually knew what the fuck he was talking about. I didn’t really know anything about ROTC or Civil Air Patrol at the time, so I had no way of judging them against each other, but I didn’t feel like I needed to, because the conviction in Travis’s eyes had already
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