My dad was a pilot, so I know something about their feelings about their air-ships.

Sitting on a beach, he gazed at a seagull floating over head, and sighed, “Don’t you wish you could do that?”

In the end, they really just want to be able to swoop through the air with their arms stretched out.  As kids, when we wanted to be a seagull we bent our wrists and pointed our fingers.  An eagle was signed with wide-spread arms and spread fingers.  Arms upwards in a wide V, body tipped back and forth, made a vulture.

Pilots really are just kids.  Which is why nobody should let them put real bullets on those things.