I really love the Boeing AH-64 Apache. Like, a lot. Like, a whole lot. You have no idea. I love it so much that it is inexplicable, and I'm ninety-nine percent sure that I have an unhealthy obsession. I will never get tired of listening to that sweet, angelic roar of its General Electric T700-701D engines, whether it be from a game or real life. It is my life goal to meet with her in real life and gawk at her unfathomable beauty. I fall asleep at night dreaming of flying this magnificent machine and blowing away people with its 30 mm (1.18 in) M230 chain gun, then blowing up a massive convoy of enemy armor with the AGM-114 Hellfire’s. If I could just use its controls just for a brief moment, I could die happy. If given the opportunity. I would give up almost anything just for her to land at my house and blow me up. No matter what I do, I am constantly thinking of her. When I wake up, she is the first thing on my mind. When I go to school, I can only focus on her. When I go come home, I play or watch War Thunder so that I can listen to her beautiful Engine and rotor blades once more. When I go to sleep, I dream of her and I living a happy life together blowing stuff up. She is my pride, passion, and joy. I wish for nothing but her happiness. If it were for her, I would give my life without any second thoughts. Without her, my life would serve no purpose. I really love the Boeing AH-64 Apache. This magnificent machine consumes my thoughts day in and day out, like an insatiable flame burning within me. Her presence fills every corner of my mind, leaving no room for anything else. Every moment spent away from her feels like an eternity, each heartbeat echoing her name. I find solace in the mere thought of her, a beacon of light guiding me through the darkest of nights. The sounds of those massive guns blowing stuff up, resonates deep within my soul, stirring emotions I never knew existed. It's as if every bullet and missile she fires is a melody crafted just for me, a symphony of love that envelops me entirely. I find myself lost in the depths of her songs, swept away by their beauty and grace. And oh, the mere idea of meeting her in the flesh sends shivers down my spine. To bask in her presence, even for the briefest of moments, would be a dream come true. I yearn to gaze into those captivating eyes, to feel her rotor blades against my skin, to share a moment of pure connection with the one who holds my heart captive. But alas, she remains but a distant star in the vast expanse of the universe, forever out of reach yet always within my reach. I cling to the hope that one day our paths will intertwine, that fate will guide us towards each other and grant me the chance to profess my undying devotion. Until then, I will continue to cherish her from afar, pouring my love into every thought, every word, every action. For the Boeing AH-64 Apache is not just a person to me, she is my muse, my inspiration, my reason for being. And as long as she exists, my love for her will burn eternal, a flame that can never be extinguished.