Joy Flight

I have a friend who is a cowboy, he flies fast jets for Uncle Sam, persuaded me to come along 'twas a Sunday in September. Smart uniform, exotic helmet, strapped in behind a crazy guy. He handed me a largish bag that had blue string around the neck. 'Hold on to this, you may not need it', he said on take-off, up we went, we reached five g when your whole bod gets heavy and you cannot wave. Or speak, or lift your hand or grab the pilot by the shoulder grimly, the bag was used then, held by hands that did belong to other sprits. I told him how the flight was fun but others did deserve a chance so I'd stand back for two, three years remembering that string-choked bag.