>"Jones, put that bloody 17-pounder back where you got
>it this instant." "Aw, but Sarge..." "No buts, Serenity. You can't
>even see over the bloody magazine."

... Well now I want to see the adventures of Airwoman Serenity Jones, known to her squadron as the Self-Propelled Arcanist and to her QM as "By all the gods, not her again!". Known chiefly in Strike Witch circles for being the odd fish who keeps trying to get a 17-pounder tank gun airborne and whose familiar is, for some utterly unfathomable reason, a firefly. Actually a very, very good shot, though she has to be all but threatened with death by angry wasps before she'll shoot anything with an even slightly normal calibre. This is the kind of woman who calls the Hispano Mk V a pea-shooter with a straight face. It's probably the only straight thing about her. She's also, as is de rigeur for witches obsessed with heavy firepower, skinny as a rake and only clearing five foot two with the aid of a stepladder.

...

why does this keep happening today oh my god.

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"She's old, she's lame, she's barren too, // "She's not worth feed or hay, // "But I'll give her this," - he blew smoke at me - // "She was something in her day." -- Garnet Rogers, Small Victory

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