Three Years Later:
Aisla O'Hara was outback of her house underneath her planes wing trying to do some patchwork when a man cleared his throat. She hooked her legs around the wing and leaned back so she was hanging upside down. The man was in a military uniform so she pulled herself upright by her arms and unhooked her legs and jumped to the ground. She wiped sweat off her forehead with the back of her sleeve and then turned to the officer.
"Can I help you?"
"Are you Aisla O'Hara?"
"Yes, what is this about?"
"You have a brother Conner Niall O'Hara?" She nodded and swallowed the lump forming in her throat. "I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this but while in Europe he was shot down and taken hostage by the Germans. He is believed to be dead."
Aisla's face fell, "Thank you for delivering the news in person. Now you'll have to excuse me," She took off at a fast paced walk and once she was inside her house with the door closed she sank to the ground crying. About an hour later she decided to go down to the Nave offices.
She had moved from her hometown to California; where she bought a ranch. She decided to take time off and now with Conner she knew what she had to do. She quickly packed a bag and threw it into the back of her car and traveled down the familiar rode to the nearby Navy offices. It wasn't as difficult as she thought it would be to find out where her old friend was stationed. Once that was accomplished she climbed into her car and drove to the nearest harbor where she bought a ticket to be taken out to Pearl Harbor, Hawaii the next day.
The next day she was up with the sun and simply sat on her bed waiting for eleven o'clock to come around. After what seemed like an eternity it was finally time for her to leave. Slowly she picked up her bag and went down to her car and made her way to the harbor. Once on the ship she stood against the rail her head in her arms and tears streaming down her face, lost in the memories of her childhood. Memories of playing hide and seek and flying and talking and trying to keep away from their father when he was drunk. Once they reached Pearl Harbor, Aisla made her way back to her car and slowly drove off the boat and onto the street. As she was driving she stumbled upon one of the smaller naval bases and decided that it wouldn't harm anyone if she just had a look around the place.
She looks at the planes that are all so familiar but so different from what she remembered seeing the last time her Uncle Drew took her to a Naval base and showed her what each plane was and what it did. Though she did recognize some of them like the B-52's those were the easiest to spot. She walked up to them and ran her hand along the side before climbing up on the wing and looking at the interior. It took her right back to the first time Uncle Drew had let her fly the plane herself and all the daredevil stunts she pulled in them. Suddenly her train of thought was broken when a man called out to her, "Who the hell are you?"
She jumped off the wing and turned to stare at the man, he was older and slightly overweight and he had a baseball cap on. "The name's Aisla O'Hara and you are?"
"Earl I own this place just what the hell did you think you were doing up on that wing you could've hurt yourself."
She laughed at his statement, having grown up around planes she was not worried about getting hurt by standing on the wing. "I was just studying your plane, it's a great model of the old B-52's."
"That it is, it's one of the newest in that area. Wait how do you know so much about planes."
"My uncle used to be a Navy pilot," She frowns thinking of the day he lost his wings. "Before those bastards took his wings. He taught me and my brother a lot about flying and about planes."
"Really, so you know how to fly?"
"Of course I know how to fly, but I haven't been up in the air for about a month, my plane needed repairing but I haven't gotten it finished yet."
"So what are you doing in Pearl."
Her eyes clouded, "I'm here to visit an old friend. Bad news I'm afraid, then isn't it always?"
He heard the pain in her voice, but let it go and decided he liked having her around. "Well the flyboys are gonna be here any minute but your welcome to come in and have a look around. I haven't been around too many girls who know about planes."
"Neither have I," She laughed and followed Earl into the building where many of the planes being repaired were stored. She walked up to one and took a look at it, "The rudder needs to be fixed right?" He nodded, "Hand me that wrench please." He did and she went to work calling out for a new tool every once in a while. About twenty minutes later five men walked in and were surprised to see a woman in a skirt bending over the engine to one of the planes. She stood up wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, leaving a grease smudge on it and looked at them. They were surprised by the amount of grease covering the front of her dress but just waved.
"Va va vavoom would you look at that fellas?"
"Ah shut it Tony she doesn't look like the type to give you any."
"I love your belief in me Red it's truly inspiring."
They walked over and introduced themselves, "I'm Anthony Fusco, that's Red Winkle and Gooz Wood. Those two fellas back there are Danny Walker and Billy Thompson."
"Well it's nice to meet ya'll, hey Earl I'll see ya later."
"Sure thing, come back anytime."
She waved to him and then turned her attention to the men in front of her, "Well Anthony Fusco my names Aisla O'Hara would any of you boys care to show me where the hospital is?"
Anthony smiled, "I'll show you, but why are you going there anyway?"
"News about an old friend."
Aisla O'Hara was outback of her house underneath her planes wing trying to do some patchwork when a man cleared his throat. She hooked her legs around the wing and leaned back so she was hanging upside down. The man was in a military uniform so she pulled herself upright by her arms and unhooked her legs and jumped to the ground. She wiped sweat off her forehead with the back of her sleeve and then turned to the officer.
"Can I help you?"
"Are you Aisla O'Hara?"
"Yes, what is this about?"
"You have a brother Conner Niall O'Hara?" She nodded and swallowed the lump forming in her throat. "I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this but while in Europe he was shot down and taken hostage by the Germans. He is believed to be dead."
Aisla's face fell, "Thank you for delivering the news in person. Now you'll have to excuse me," She took off at a fast paced walk and once she was inside her house with the door closed she sank to the ground crying. About an hour later she decided to go down to the Nave offices.
She had moved from her hometown to California; where she bought a ranch. She decided to take time off and now with Conner she knew what she had to do. She quickly packed a bag and threw it into the back of her car and traveled down the familiar rode to the nearby Navy offices. It wasn't as difficult as she thought it would be to find out where her old friend was stationed. Once that was accomplished she climbed into her car and drove to the nearest harbor where she bought a ticket to be taken out to Pearl Harbor, Hawaii the next day.
The next day she was up with the sun and simply sat on her bed waiting for eleven o'clock to come around. After what seemed like an eternity it was finally time for her to leave. Slowly she picked up her bag and went down to her car and made her way to the harbor. Once on the ship she stood against the rail her head in her arms and tears streaming down her face, lost in the memories of her childhood. Memories of playing hide and seek and flying and talking and trying to keep away from their father when he was drunk. Once they reached Pearl Harbor, Aisla made her way back to her car and slowly drove off the boat and onto the street. As she was driving she stumbled upon one of the smaller naval bases and decided that it wouldn't harm anyone if she just had a look around the place.
She looks at the planes that are all so familiar but so different from what she remembered seeing the last time her Uncle Drew took her to a Naval base and showed her what each plane was and what it did. Though she did recognize some of them like the B-52's those were the easiest to spot. She walked up to them and ran her hand along the side before climbing up on the wing and looking at the interior. It took her right back to the first time Uncle Drew had let her fly the plane herself and all the daredevil stunts she pulled in them. Suddenly her train of thought was broken when a man called out to her, "Who the hell are you?"
She jumped off the wing and turned to stare at the man, he was older and slightly overweight and he had a baseball cap on. "The name's Aisla O'Hara and you are?"
"Earl I own this place just what the hell did you think you were doing up on that wing you could've hurt yourself."
She laughed at his statement, having grown up around planes she was not worried about getting hurt by standing on the wing. "I was just studying your plane, it's a great model of the old B-52's."
"That it is, it's one of the newest in that area. Wait how do you know so much about planes."
"My uncle used to be a Navy pilot," She frowns thinking of the day he lost his wings. "Before those bastards took his wings. He taught me and my brother a lot about flying and about planes."
"Really, so you know how to fly?"
"Of course I know how to fly, but I haven't been up in the air for about a month, my plane needed repairing but I haven't gotten it finished yet."
"So what are you doing in Pearl."
Her eyes clouded, "I'm here to visit an old friend. Bad news I'm afraid, then isn't it always?"
He heard the pain in her voice, but let it go and decided he liked having her around. "Well the flyboys are gonna be here any minute but your welcome to come in and have a look around. I haven't been around too many girls who know about planes."
"Neither have I," She laughed and followed Earl into the building where many of the planes being repaired were stored. She walked up to one and took a look at it, "The rudder needs to be fixed right?" He nodded, "Hand me that wrench please." He did and she went to work calling out for a new tool every once in a while. About twenty minutes later five men walked in and were surprised to see a woman in a skirt bending over the engine to one of the planes. She stood up wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, leaving a grease smudge on it and looked at them. They were surprised by the amount of grease covering the front of her dress but just waved.
"Va va vavoom would you look at that fellas?"
"Ah shut it Tony she doesn't look like the type to give you any."
"I love your belief in me Red it's truly inspiring."
They walked over and introduced themselves, "I'm Anthony Fusco, that's Red Winkle and Gooz Wood. Those two fellas back there are Danny Walker and Billy Thompson."
"Well it's nice to meet ya'll, hey Earl I'll see ya later."
"Sure thing, come back anytime."
She waved to him and then turned her attention to the men in front of her, "Well Anthony Fusco my names Aisla O'Hara would any of you boys care to show me where the hospital is?"
Anthony smiled, "I'll show you, but why are you going there anyway?"
"News about an old friend."