It really is about absolute Trust

 

One thing always is part of any armed incursion flight. It's called Trust. Trust in the fact your wyngperson, or persons, are there. Two they will watch over you as you watch after them, and act in accordance. It's called Trust, that the ground flight tech, has your craft performing at its prime ability. That all flyte sys's are operational and optimum. 

The friendships and brotherly duties are ones that you can't describe. It goes much deeper than any remotely famdamnly relationship. In the air if you can't Trust your squadron brethren, your done for without having to think about it. If there's no air or other cover, your a sitting goose, not the fearless Wolf or in our case Wolvez that your designation depicts. These kinds of things are what we look for in a new recruit for and of the WolfPack, as any auxiliaries appointees, or sign ups. Whether it's behind the mic, behind the console spinning hot wax and barking/howling, or recruiting honeies for nose art. If we can't depend on you, likewise you will not be allowed into anywhere, within or as a side, of the WolfPack. 

The WolfPack, 

 was formed out of a SAR unit, in 1988. Following such, The WolfPack, not only performs SAR, duty, but also low level recon, as well as ground hugging attack modes. The WolfPack, was originally part of the U.S. Navy, but was absorbed into the Marine Combat Squadron vertical corps. 

Today the WolfPack is one of two AVI ops that belongs to what we call the United Confederate States Marine Corps, and operates out of three regional squadron HQ's. 

Admission to the WolfPack is by invitation only, we pick you, you never pick us. Call the WolfPack, the M.C. of flight. The difference between us and a standard M.C. is: we fly, M.C.'s usually don't.

As the CXO of the WolfPack, I welcome all, but know who and what your wanting.
Duty is required, Loyalty is Absolute.