Foxtrot Lima Yankee down!

"Eyes on Tango," I said as I spotted the fly on the kitchen window.

Another one had gotten in, and Rocky was in a tizzy.

It was my job in the household to kill flies. And I was pretty good at it.

After missing a swat, the fly flew around the kitchen, outside of my view.

“Where are you?” I shouted.

The fly appeared in my vision again.

“Tango spotted, next swat’s got your name on it.”

I moved in slowly, but surely and saw the fly moving on the edge of the counter he was on.

“Uh Oh! Don’t kill yourself, or anything… that honor is mine.”

Another swat grazed the fly and it bounced into the sink, wounded.

“Please, stay alive a little bit longer… so I can kill you myself!”

I turned on the sink and watched the fly go down the drain.

“Foxtrot Lima Yankee down!”