It seemed like a normal day in my state of non-belligerency. An ambassador from Japan was coming to Washington D.C, though it was probably just for armaments like everyone else. I doubted even Japan would try to coax me into their squabble. Besides, there was no question that I would join the Allies. I personally had no plans to meet with the man, so all I had in store was a relaxing day at home. Oh if it would only have turned out like that, things would be different. Recently I had an attendant at my house, even though the war was overseas, Roosevelt wanted to make sure I was fine and taken care of. I glanced at the clock, it was pretty late for me to still be lounging around.
"Wow I need to stop just hanging out all day..."
I grabbed the remote, about to turn the tv on to see how bad it was today. I moved my thumb to the power button, but it never got there. I dropped the plastic block, creating a large thumping noise on the floor. My attendant heard the commotion, dashing into the living room. He found me there, clutching my left hand with my right, blood cascading down onto the floor. There was a hole, straight through the flesh. If my bone wasn't impeding the view, you would have been able to see clear through it. The boy, not coincidentally a member of the 27th, hadn't missed a beat and was back before I knew what hit me, with bandages and gauze. He wrapped it expertly. He had attended medical school for four years before coming to the air force. Even with that, the blood didn't stop dripping through layers upon layers of medical attention. He was trying to hide it, but he was worried about how much blood I lost in such a short time. I hid the fear in my mind and the rage in my heart to smile reassuringly at him, convincing him that no matter how much blood came out, that I was fine. He seemed content at that and disappeared into the house again. A few minutes went by before he finally came back. I learned that he had informed Roosevelt of the situation. Thought I knew exactly what had occurred in Hawaii, he still went through the process of telling me. After hearing it form someone else, confirming in my head that I hadn't just dreamed this all up, I grabbed my bomber jacket and jet keys, I phoned the boss, telling him that nothing, not even he, could stop me from flying to Europe right that second. Japan was still at peace with us when it happened, it would be a matter of hours for congress to declare war. Attacking me out of nowhere like that, nobody would get away with that.
Flying to Britain, London, did calm my mind a bit about revenge. It was hardly Japan's fault this happened. Germany's boss orchestrated all of this. That bastard would pay, not just for what happened to me, but to all of the Allies. I turned on my radio, phoning Arthur.
"I thought you should be the first to know, I'm your newest Ally"
This one's short, but there is in fact a second part, it's just not typed up yet...but it's quite a bit longer :D
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