where we belong

– Maverick. Thirty-plus years of service. Combat medals. Citations. Only man to shoot down three enemy planes in the last 40 years. “Distinguished.” “Distinguished.” “Distinguished.” Yet you can’t get a promotion, you won’t retire, and despite your best efforts, you refuse to die. You should be at least a two-star admiral by now, if not a senator. Yet here you are: Captain. Why is that?

– It’s one of life’s mysteries, sir.

– This isn’t a joke. I asked you a question.

– I’m where I belong, sir.