(A second drabble inspired by the episode "Abyssinia, Henry.")
The End
Lt. Col. Henry Blake's plane was shot down over the Sea of Japan. It spun in.
The OR session's done. We're still in shock. In the middle of it, Radar came in and dropped the biggest bomb of the entire war.
Henry gone? It's not possible. Can't be.
I hope he was proud of the work he did here. I hope he knew he was loved.
Hit me with a martini, Trap. I need to stop feeling. I need to go numb. I need to believe, at least for a few minutes, that this isn't real.
There were no survivors.
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(Drabble fans: I'm going to end "Glimpses" here. If I go ahead and write drabbles for the subsequent seasons, which is possible, I'll just start a new collection. This is one era and that is another, and anyway, this feels like the right place to stop. Thanks so much for reading!)