Well, it's no surprise what everyone did on the plane. Yup, that's right,
sleep. Most of them, however, were having nightmares about being killed in
battle and what would become of their families at home. All but Chris
Jericho though, oh no, he wasn't worried at all. He remained confident and
had a great dream that he created a huge successful plan of attack and he
killed Sadam and his forces were all destroyed. He suddenly awoke.
"I have to write that down!" He cried and scrambled for a pen and paper, but by the time he pulled them out he'd forgotten it. "Aw."
Chris looked around the plane, it was dusk and quiet, only the hum of the plane echoed through the silent aircraft. Everyone was still sound asleep. Chris couldn't help but smile and he turned to open the window shade.
"Ah, hey!" Kurt Angle cried as the light from the now open window hit his eyes.
"Sorry, I thought it would still be night."
"Chris you idiot, Iraq is like 8 hours ahead of New York time."
"Well, it looks like we're h ere." It was Vince McMahon. Everyone groaned as they started to wake up. "Get ready every body, we'll be landing soon."
Soon the plane was lit up as everyone opened their window shutters to let the late morning sunlight shine in. Chris looked over at Kurt, he looked glum again, but also like he was sick to his stomach, he was afraid. "Are you ok?"
"Yea, just scared."
"Well don't be."
"Aren't you nervous?"
"I, I dunno." Chris never thought about that before. He looked back at Kurt. "Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yea, fine." Kurt mumbled under his breath. Chris couldn't help but sigh. About half an hour later, the plan landed and everyone got off stretching. Some of the other troops were waiting for them. Their commanding officer approached Vince.
"Sargent McMahon? I'm Captain Davis." There was a sudden loud blast that shook the ground. The superstars all gasped, shocked.
"What was that?" Chris cried out.
"Just a bomb. Welcome to Iraq everyone." Now Chris was scared.
"I have to write that down!" He cried and scrambled for a pen and paper, but by the time he pulled them out he'd forgotten it. "Aw."
Chris looked around the plane, it was dusk and quiet, only the hum of the plane echoed through the silent aircraft. Everyone was still sound asleep. Chris couldn't help but smile and he turned to open the window shade.
"Ah, hey!" Kurt Angle cried as the light from the now open window hit his eyes.
"Sorry, I thought it would still be night."
"Chris you idiot, Iraq is like 8 hours ahead of New York time."
"Well, it looks like we're h ere." It was Vince McMahon. Everyone groaned as they started to wake up. "Get ready every body, we'll be landing soon."
Soon the plane was lit up as everyone opened their window shutters to let the late morning sunlight shine in. Chris looked over at Kurt, he looked glum again, but also like he was sick to his stomach, he was afraid. "Are you ok?"
"Yea, just scared."
"Well don't be."
"Aren't you nervous?"
"I, I dunno." Chris never thought about that before. He looked back at Kurt. "Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yea, fine." Kurt mumbled under his breath. Chris couldn't help but sigh. About half an hour later, the plan landed and everyone got off stretching. Some of the other troops were waiting for them. Their commanding officer approached Vince.
"Sargent McMahon? I'm Captain Davis." There was a sudden loud blast that shook the ground. The superstars all gasped, shocked.
"What was that?" Chris cried out.
"Just a bomb. Welcome to Iraq everyone." Now Chris was scared.