The engine shut off and the front propellers began slowing down, the canopy slid open and Jack up stood up from the cockpit, laughing. He turned back behind him, where he saw Kristoff pulling in behind him. Just as he turned off the engine of his fighter plan, he too slid open his canopy and stood up.

"Nice job, Kristoff." He said, looking back over at Kristoff who landed behind him.

"Good thing we were able to pull a fast one back there."

"Yeah, good thing!" Kristoff said back.

"You got me all mixed up."

Jack simply just laughed and removed his cap before he leaped out onto the wing, where he side down and landed on his feet. He felt a rush adrenaline stream through his body, having to pull off one of the most risky of monoverses any pilot could ever do in his career. What might have been a close call that would result in them going down in flames, had turned out to have gone as smooth as it could have been.

"First you say go left but the you say right." Kristoff said, hopping down off the wing of his plane.

"Yeah, right." Jack said.

"You said to go left." Kristoff said.

"Yeah, right as in go left." Jack corrected.

"Well maybe next time you should make that clearer before the last minute." Kritoff said.

"Jack Overland, Kristoff Beyorkmen!"

Jack and Kritoff turned and saw his commanding officer as well as their future father-in-law walking up to him. Just at the stern expression on his face, something Jack had seen before so many times, had spelled a great deal of trouble for him.

"Front and center!"

"Oh, boy." he said, knowing well of what was to come.

"Now you've done it." Kristoff commented.

The two young pilots walked forward and stood at attention to his commanding officer.

"Would either of you care to explain that little stunt you two pulled back there?" Adgar asked.

"We were just... trying to keep our edge, sir." Jack explained to his commanding officer.

"You call that trying to keep your edge?" Agdar exclaimed at Jack's reasoning.

"Both of you have endured several years of training and you think a forty five thousand dollar plane is just there for your amusement?"

"No sir." Jack insisted.

"It's more of an..."

Jack was silent for about a moment, trying to think of what he could say. Though it wasn't long before something had finally came into mind, something he had learned from Adgar himself.

"It was more to inspire the men, sir, the same way you have inspired me. I believe it's what you called an homage, sir."

Adgar raised his eye brow at Jack.

"A what?" he asked.

"An Homage, sir!" Jack stated again.

Jack's statement caused the flight instructor to squint his eyes at the young and reckless pilot. While there wasn't any excuse for his actions, it never ceased to amaze him of the claimed reasons he had for them. It always reminded him of his long passed friend and Jack's father, William Overland. Always trying to show off just to impress but also to inspire his colleges to follow. Cant say that he wasn't at all tempted to follow him as well.

"That's the most amount of bullshit that I've ever heard." Adgar completed.

Though it was then that Adgar mouth curved itself into a grin.

"But I must say, it's very very good bullshit."

Jack then smirked, glancing over to Kristoff.

"Thank you, sir." Jack said, nodding his head.

"Colonel!"

Adgar looked back where he saw a lieutenant approaching him from behind.

"Yes, Lieutenant?" He said, turning to face him.

The man stopped before the veteran pilot, saluting him before he spoke up.

"Colonal Ronan wants to see you in his office, sir."

"Thank you, Lieutenant." Adgar said, nodding to him.

"I'll be right there."

As the lieutenant turned and walked back, Adgar first turned to Kristoff and Jack.

"Don't think this excuses the both of you." Adgar advised.

"Pull another stunt like that and it will be the last time you two ever fly again."

The two nodded their heads to Adgar.

"Yes, sir." Jack said, saluting his future father-in-law.

"Your both dismissed."


Adgar came in through the door of Colonal Ronan's office, where he walked across his office before he came before his desk. Ronan was faced to his window's view of the base, observing all the activity that was going on outside.

"You wanted to see me, Colonel?" Adgar asked.

Ronan turned from the window and looked back to see Adgar.

"Adgar, yes." He said, turning around and came up to his desk.

"There's something we need to discuss."

"If it's about Overland and Beyorkmen, I've already dealt with it." Adgar said, taking a seat in one of the two chairs which stood before Ronan's desk.

"I very much appreciate that, Colonal." Ronan stated.

"But this isn't about that."

"Then what is it?" Adgar asked, again.

Ronan turned and opened the side drawer to his right, where he pulled out a white envelop and handed it to Adgar.

"You've been accepted into the Eagle Squadron in Europe." Ronon said.

"You leave tomorrow if you want to go."

Adgar took the envelop from the Colonel. Taking hold of each side in both his hands, for a short moment of time her gazed down to the paper carrier of his message. He was thrilled to hear that he had been accepted into the fold, having such anticipation to join the in the skies in the fight against the Hitler and the Nazis. Though there was some complications to this whole matter, as second thoughts came to intervene the excitement. His family had then came to mind, his wife, his two beautiful daughters, and also Jack.

They had little idea about this, that he was going off to fight in the war like he had done so long ago. Late notice may be taken as well as he expected it to, though what he expected was just as bad as how it assumed it to be. He knew they wouldn't take it well. He valued his family above all and cared only for there well being. This was obviously the wrong choice to be made, but then again, what was the point of delaying the inevitable. They would have to join this war sooner or later, there was no way around it.

He then leaned his head up and looked to Ronan.

"Thank you very much, Colonal Ronan." Adgar said, nodding his head to him.

"I may need to consider this further."

"Just so you know, I have to ask you to stay." Ronan insisted, standing up from his chair.

"Sir?" Adgar asked.

Ronan placed the mornings newspaper down in front of the veteran pilot. Down on the front cover was Hitler's most recent advance in Europe, coming to have conquered France.

"We're going to be joining this war sooner or later." Ronan explained.

"If it's soon, I'm going to need every one of my best pilots. So it's my duty that I ask you to reconsider. Though it looks like your having seconds thoughts about this already."

"I'm not sure if my family is going to agree with me if I go through with this." Adgar explained.

"But like you said, we're going to be in this war sooner or later."

"This is entire your choice, major." Ronan insisted.

"But if it was me... I'd go."

(I hope you enjoyed this chapter, any requests are free to be shared and any comments and criticisms as well.)