We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
LOVED this. I spent three years in the late 80's on exchange with the Royal Navy as a Lynx pilot, and my palms were getting sweaty just watching this. It's actually a bit scarier watching it from the deck of the ship.
Notice the "Harpoon" that extends from the bottom of the aircraft into the stainless steel grid in the center of the landing circle. It's an incredibly strong hydraulic claw that pulls the aircraft tight to the deck and anchors it at that point. Once the Harpoon is engaged the pilot finally takes a relaxed breath.