Bit of paranoia creeping in that aging mind of your L - T? I think you need the help with all those imaginary dogfights you've been having.
"Bit of paranoia creeping.."? Fascinating. How did you manage to manufacture that, and from what reference or personal feeling? Why would you imagine that your cycling of military ranks "your L - T" would offer some devastating, personal offence?
Never suggested anything approaching actual dogfights, which would be deadly serious business, and are largely issues of ealrier times in history, and solely limited to war in any case, but merely some enjoyable, recreational flying encounters. Seems "spartans" are just easilly intimidated. Perhaps you might consider briefly slithering out from under your sad, sunlight-deprived, sick and sorry little rock and joining me for some grins aloft? 🙂
Seriously though; just get yourself some help. You desperately need it. Life needn't be a continuing process of nothing more than the confused pain you're suffering.