1975
Andrew Carter was in heaven. Well…not THE Heaven. Not yet anyway. That would have to wait until at least 1994. But for now, he was as close as he could get. He chuckled, remembering something Colonel-er-General Hogan had once said about him, when Kinch had wondered what he would do after the war. "Fireworks, down on the farm, every Saturday night." Well…he had done a bit more than that.
He had finally landed his dream job. He was now Lead Imagineer for Pyrotechnics at Disneyland. He would be designing shows and in charge of setting off thousands and thousands of fireworks every evening, every night of the year. And best of all…he would be creating the happiest diversions on Earth.
A/N: Come on, could you really see him doing anything else? Closer!
