I killed 341 people tonight.

The first officer was a thirty-something I had never flown with before. He was a skinny guy with acne scars on his face – not quite the handsome type that would catch the stewardesses’ attention. With my salt-and-pepper hair neatly trimmed under my captain cap, the plain navy uniform that I had had custom-made and embroidered with the airline’s distinctive wings, and the suave demeanor of an experienced pilot who has seen it all in his thirty-plus years of flying, I am clearly the leader of the pack. Continue reading →