Henry
~*Chapter One*~
The plane engines roared at a moderately loud volume, filling the whole plane from first class to coach. But even this, accompanied by the vague chatter of other passengers, could not penetrate the deep thoughts of a certain former C.O., who just happened to be on his way home. One of the lucky few. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the odd odors emitted by the man next to him who was clutching a large salami. Wrinkling his nose, Henry sat back and allowed his mind to be overcome with thoughts of home, back in Bloomington, Illinois. His wife and three children, one of whom he knew only from pictures, appeared before him. It took merely moments for him to doze off, perfectly comfortable in his new suit.
Deafening shots rang out, jolting Henry back to reality. He heard the panicked screams of other passengers and shouted as the plane tipped to one side and he was slammed painfully against the window. Glancing out to find the Sea of Japan looming close, Henry also noticed the black smoke that curled in great amounts from the wing, just behind his seat, where a gaping hole had been torn in the metal. They were losing altitude fast. The situation seemed hopeless.
Rather than clutching the seat edges and arm rests, as everyone else did, Henry clasped his hands in prayer, something he had not done since Father Mulcahy's last sermon back at the 4077th. His lips moved silently, asking the Lord to bring some good of this terrible predicament. He opened his eyes to see the pale, frightened, glistening faces of those around him and closed his own eyes as the plane began to rotate, spinning in nauseating circles until impacting on the water's surface. The former Commanding Officer felt something wet slide down his cheek before being thrown forward into the seat before him, and, as his head hit, everything went dark.
~*Chapter One*~
The plane engines roared at a moderately loud volume, filling the whole plane from first class to coach. But even this, accompanied by the vague chatter of other passengers, could not penetrate the deep thoughts of a certain former C.O., who just happened to be on his way home. One of the lucky few. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the odd odors emitted by the man next to him who was clutching a large salami. Wrinkling his nose, Henry sat back and allowed his mind to be overcome with thoughts of home, back in Bloomington, Illinois. His wife and three children, one of whom he knew only from pictures, appeared before him. It took merely moments for him to doze off, perfectly comfortable in his new suit.
Deafening shots rang out, jolting Henry back to reality. He heard the panicked screams of other passengers and shouted as the plane tipped to one side and he was slammed painfully against the window. Glancing out to find the Sea of Japan looming close, Henry also noticed the black smoke that curled in great amounts from the wing, just behind his seat, where a gaping hole had been torn in the metal. They were losing altitude fast. The situation seemed hopeless.
Rather than clutching the seat edges and arm rests, as everyone else did, Henry clasped his hands in prayer, something he had not done since Father Mulcahy's last sermon back at the 4077th. His lips moved silently, asking the Lord to bring some good of this terrible predicament. He opened his eyes to see the pale, frightened, glistening faces of those around him and closed his own eyes as the plane began to rotate, spinning in nauseating circles until impacting on the water's surface. The former Commanding Officer felt something wet slide down his cheek before being thrown forward into the seat before him, and, as his head hit, everything went dark.