Disclaimer: I don't own Billy, Anthony, or Red Winkle

Disclaimer: I don't own Billy, Anthony, or Red Winkle. But I do own Billy and Anthony's last names because they didn't tell us it or did they? I don't know if they did I can't remember so let's pretend they didn't so it will be ok. Also I don't know about the army and I tried really I did but I just made up like everything so let's once again pretend that's what they did and what happened.

Rafe and Danny were both disappointed at their low ranking as first lieutenant, with little authority. Many forms were filled out and later dog tags, uniforms, and barracks were assigned. Rafe and Danny were assigned to a barracks with fellow first lieutenants that had been in listed for the past year.

Rafe paused as he grasped the doorknob. He took a deep breath and started to turn the knob. He was nervous, he would be living with these people for who knows how long and wanted to make a good impression. The door slowly creaked open to show a rather simple, large room.

There were five beds, dressers, a desk and a bathroom. There were many windows with a good view of the airfield. Three other men sat around doing nothing important.

"Lookey here," a tall Italian man said in a Brooklyn accent, "it's our new roomies!" His hair was almost black and his eyes brown, he had a sort of smug look to him.

Rafe and Danny smiled shyly giving a small wave. "That's us," Rafe said nodding. "Rafe McCawley," Rafe said extending his had.

"Anthony Fuderusko," he replied.

"Danny Walker," Danny said shaking his hand.

"I'm Re-Red Wi-Winkle, but my fr-fr-friends call me R-Red Str-Str-Strange."

"Oh like the football player Red Grange? The 'Galloping Ghost'?" Danny asked.

"Yep."

"I'm Billy Wilson," Billy said shaking their hands. "Are you Kirsten McCawley's brother?"

"Uh, yeah," Rafe said obviously, "Wait, are you Billy, Billy? Kirsten's ex-Billy?"

"Well I guess."

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The first time Rafe got into a cockpit of a P-40 he felt at home. It wasn't an old crop duster; it was a brand new military aircraft, P-40! The take off was magnificent and it glided swiftly through the air. Rafe clutched the throttle accelerating quickly through the air.

When Rafe McCawley was in the cockpit on the controls he didn't follow the manuals or gauges he used his gut instincts, as he would be swept away in his own world and the sky was his.

Rafe didn't have fancy meaningful words to describe flying like Danny did. Rafe was not a poet and he knew that he would never be one, his way to describe flying was different from everyone else's views, to him flying was a religion.

Rafe closed his eyes taking a deep breath as his hands clutched the stick. The fuselage of his plane was standing perfectly straight as it fell back, the belly out and the canopy in as he fell into an inside loop. Screams from Captain Connor roared through his headset. "Get down here McCawley!" Connor screamed as Rafe brought the P-40 to the ground. "Go do Doolittle's now!"

"Yes sir," Rafe nodded shyly.

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The office of Major Jimmy Doolittle was a place no one wanted to go. For the men who went into Major Doolittle's office didn't always come back with their wings.

Doolittle circled around the young man standing straight, motionless. Doolittle fed off of fear and this young lieutenant had non. "McCawley," he said sternly and loudly, "I have a feeling this isn't going to be the last time I see you!" he sighed, "well what do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry sir?" Rafe said questionably.

"That's bullshit McCawley!" Doolittle screamed causing Rafe to jump back, "now tell me the truth!"

"I'm not sorry sir," Rafe said more confidently. "I guess I did it because Major, you're my roll model sir. And I asked myself sir, 'Rafe, what would Major Doolittle do?' so sir, I did it."

"I like you McCawley," Doolittle said giggling.

"Thank you sir," Rafe nodded.

"But that doesn't mean you're not grounded for two weeks!"

"Of course sir."

Rafe paid many more visits to Doolittle creating a special bond that would leave him free to do what he wanted but not without a punishment. In fact Rafe would have a different way to suck up to Doolittle each time he was sent to him to get a lighter sentence.

A/N: I know that last paragraph was awful! More soon bye!!!