The cockpit was my office. It was a place where I experienced many emotions and learned many lessons. It was a place of work and also a keeper of dreams. It was a place of deadly serious encounters, yet there I discovered much about life. I learned about joy and sorrow, pride and humility, fear and overcoming fear. I saw much from that office that most people will never see. At times it terrified me, yet I could always feel at home there. It was my place, at that time in space, and the jet was mine for those moments. Though it was a place where I could quickly die, the cockpit was a place where I truly lived.
(With apologies to Brian; for taking “liberties” with his piece here, to “wicker it” a bit to fit my personal thoughts on the cockpit…)