Svensk Flygvapen

There's a thousand lights and a thousand buttons in the cabin. Each one has it's own fuction.



I start this complicated machine, and take off down the runway. The drone of the engine reminds me I am the pilot of a powerful piece of Swedish engineering. I am a Viking. Every shift of this precise transmission is another invader cut down.



I am a jet-figher pilot racing home. It is cold and snowy outside and I must get home to my blonde, supermodel wife before dark.



The enemies on the trip surround me at every turn. My friends are few.



It's a 2 hour drive, I'll be home in 30 minutes.