Two of the Americans started wrestling and Cole’s drinking buddy broke off the conversation to break up the fight lest they get themselves kicked out. The American stuck two new beers in each of their hands and sat them down at the bar. He yelled something at both of them, and they shook hands grudgingly. Making his way back over to Cole, the American laughed a bit.
Cole looked at the bar where the two errant crewmen were seated, back to being best of friends.
“You look like you’ve got your hands full.”
The guy nodded and laughed, sipping from another beer before he replied. “Yeah, you stick these guys in a plane for twelve hours a day and there’s gonna be some infighting. But it’s still a damn good way to make a living. I love ʼem.”
The American must have been one of the pilots. He wa
