INT. NEW YORK AIRFIELD -
Never was there such a commotion the barracks as when they boys had planned a night out on the town. The pilots were getting slicked up and greased up, admiring their features and so on. Tim was currently dosing himself in a rather large bottle of cologne, causing a few of the nearby men to cough.
Steve was at the mirrors with the others, putting on his own, (and less noticeable) scent, all the while looking terrific in his uniform. He sauntered over to his nightstand and pulled out a drawer that held things more precious than gold in his eyes. They were medals---Steve always appreciated getting them; he felt them, he knew what they meant. All the effort and hard working discipline it took to be on top. He was an admirable man.
Anthony and Curly were combing their hair at the sinks, the Italian making his hair as shiny as possible, while the former resident of Okalahoma greased the jet-black hair that he felt was the bane of existence. Curly dropped the comb and declared to his image in the mirror: "You good- looking' son of a bitch...don't you EVER die!"
Anthony smirked slyly, "That's your line for tonight, ya know."
Curly looked perplexed, "What, good-looking' son of a bitch? I doubt the ladies would like that..."
Anthony rolled his eyes, "No, numbnuts, die. You get your nurse alone, you look her in the eye, and say, 'Baby, they're training me for war, and I don't know what'll happen. But if I die tomorrow, I wanna know that we lived all we could tonight.' I've never known it to fail."
Tim finished brushing his teeth at the sink beside them. "He's never known it to work, either."
The guys headed out laughing, also running into Soda who was coming in, already in full uniform and looking spiffy, especially due to the fact that he'd just a meeting with Major Stebbins, causing him to look slightly flushed.
With a flick of his wrist Billy smacked down his comb onto the edge of the sink, and smiled with glee, "Nurses! Nurses! Nurses! Hey, Soda's here, let's get this show on the road!"
Steve came out of the bathroom, a lopsided grin on his face. "So the colonel didn't kill you, huh? Attaboy!" he exclaimed, patting his friend on the back.
But Soda looked less than enthusiastic. "Stevie, there's somethin' I gotta tell you..."
~Back On The Train~~~~~~~~~
Amber sat listening in amusement to Heaven and Angel. The ride was almost coming to a stop but none of the women even noticed.
Heaven sighed, re-adjusting her shirt for the one-millionth time. "Do you have trouble with your boobs in the uniform?"
Angel snickered, "You mean hiding them?"
"Hide them? On a date with pilots? I'm talking about how you make 'em show!"
"Loan 'em to me, I'll make 'em show." Replied her sister.
Amber gave a bit of chuckle as Heaven exclaimed, "The boobs or the pilots?"
With a loud screech the train came to a halt and the girls grew chattier than ever, wandering towards the exit with a bustle. Clouds of steam jetted onto the platform, giving the moment a dream-like haze. Amber hopped off the train, looking for a familiar face in the mass of nurses, marines, pilots and seamen, along with all the rest of society that didn't hold a place in the army. And then...there he was.
Heaven grinned as she saw the man her friend was staring at. "I take it that one's off-limits?"
"Yep, but I'll introduce you anyway. Just stick with me, I'll find you somebody good."
Lt. Soda Curtis stood in front a small group of perhaps ten men, all of whom were looking quite strapping in their khaki pants and brown leather jackets. Soda took the first step, clearly holding something behind his back. Soon enough the two were face to face, Soda looking down upon his beautiful girl, who, in his mind, was radiating the moonlight by storm. Suddenly his arms were wrapped around her waist and he pulled off the ground into a spiral embrace, turn around in circles and loving her girlish giggle. Amber smiled coyly as she saw him pull out a single red rose from behind his back and hand it over to her.
"It's good to see you Lt." She grinned.
"Likewise Lt."
"Ahem," the slight cough/warning of Heaven brought the two lovebirds back to reality. Amber smiled, "Oh, Soda, this is Heaven."
"Nice to meet you Heaven. That's a nice name."
The young girl just nodded and pried, "Do you have any friends?"
Soda laughed, clicked his tongue, and tipped his head towards the side were the remaining pilots stood rather bashfully, most unusual for pilots, as they were well known for being the cockiest of the entire U.S Army.
"Take your pick."
Angel had already headed over to the boys, picking out Tim, her boyfriend of forever and a day.
"Ya know...I just want to tell you one thing. If you're thinking this might be your last night on earth? I'm prepared to make it meaningful."
She leaned in close, "Very meaningful."
Amber grinned, "At ease, Angel!"
***Well, as you can see, I've changed a lot---Amber's name used to be Lorelei, but you can imagine how troublesome that is to spell every couple of sentences. Anyways, I've added new characters and gotten rid of old ones. So yeah, I think that's all I wanted to say. Please review!
Never was there such a commotion the barracks as when they boys had planned a night out on the town. The pilots were getting slicked up and greased up, admiring their features and so on. Tim was currently dosing himself in a rather large bottle of cologne, causing a few of the nearby men to cough.
Steve was at the mirrors with the others, putting on his own, (and less noticeable) scent, all the while looking terrific in his uniform. He sauntered over to his nightstand and pulled out a drawer that held things more precious than gold in his eyes. They were medals---Steve always appreciated getting them; he felt them, he knew what they meant. All the effort and hard working discipline it took to be on top. He was an admirable man.
Anthony and Curly were combing their hair at the sinks, the Italian making his hair as shiny as possible, while the former resident of Okalahoma greased the jet-black hair that he felt was the bane of existence. Curly dropped the comb and declared to his image in the mirror: "You good- looking' son of a bitch...don't you EVER die!"
Anthony smirked slyly, "That's your line for tonight, ya know."
Curly looked perplexed, "What, good-looking' son of a bitch? I doubt the ladies would like that..."
Anthony rolled his eyes, "No, numbnuts, die. You get your nurse alone, you look her in the eye, and say, 'Baby, they're training me for war, and I don't know what'll happen. But if I die tomorrow, I wanna know that we lived all we could tonight.' I've never known it to fail."
Tim finished brushing his teeth at the sink beside them. "He's never known it to work, either."
The guys headed out laughing, also running into Soda who was coming in, already in full uniform and looking spiffy, especially due to the fact that he'd just a meeting with Major Stebbins, causing him to look slightly flushed.
With a flick of his wrist Billy smacked down his comb onto the edge of the sink, and smiled with glee, "Nurses! Nurses! Nurses! Hey, Soda's here, let's get this show on the road!"
Steve came out of the bathroom, a lopsided grin on his face. "So the colonel didn't kill you, huh? Attaboy!" he exclaimed, patting his friend on the back.
But Soda looked less than enthusiastic. "Stevie, there's somethin' I gotta tell you..."
~Back On The Train~~~~~~~~~
Amber sat listening in amusement to Heaven and Angel. The ride was almost coming to a stop but none of the women even noticed.
Heaven sighed, re-adjusting her shirt for the one-millionth time. "Do you have trouble with your boobs in the uniform?"
Angel snickered, "You mean hiding them?"
"Hide them? On a date with pilots? I'm talking about how you make 'em show!"
"Loan 'em to me, I'll make 'em show." Replied her sister.
Amber gave a bit of chuckle as Heaven exclaimed, "The boobs or the pilots?"
With a loud screech the train came to a halt and the girls grew chattier than ever, wandering towards the exit with a bustle. Clouds of steam jetted onto the platform, giving the moment a dream-like haze. Amber hopped off the train, looking for a familiar face in the mass of nurses, marines, pilots and seamen, along with all the rest of society that didn't hold a place in the army. And then...there he was.
Heaven grinned as she saw the man her friend was staring at. "I take it that one's off-limits?"
"Yep, but I'll introduce you anyway. Just stick with me, I'll find you somebody good."
Lt. Soda Curtis stood in front a small group of perhaps ten men, all of whom were looking quite strapping in their khaki pants and brown leather jackets. Soda took the first step, clearly holding something behind his back. Soon enough the two were face to face, Soda looking down upon his beautiful girl, who, in his mind, was radiating the moonlight by storm. Suddenly his arms were wrapped around her waist and he pulled off the ground into a spiral embrace, turn around in circles and loving her girlish giggle. Amber smiled coyly as she saw him pull out a single red rose from behind his back and hand it over to her.
"It's good to see you Lt." She grinned.
"Likewise Lt."
"Ahem," the slight cough/warning of Heaven brought the two lovebirds back to reality. Amber smiled, "Oh, Soda, this is Heaven."
"Nice to meet you Heaven. That's a nice name."
The young girl just nodded and pried, "Do you have any friends?"
Soda laughed, clicked his tongue, and tipped his head towards the side were the remaining pilots stood rather bashfully, most unusual for pilots, as they were well known for being the cockiest of the entire U.S Army.
"Take your pick."
Angel had already headed over to the boys, picking out Tim, her boyfriend of forever and a day.
"Ya know...I just want to tell you one thing. If you're thinking this might be your last night on earth? I'm prepared to make it meaningful."
She leaned in close, "Very meaningful."
Amber grinned, "At ease, Angel!"
***Well, as you can see, I've changed a lot---Amber's name used to be Lorelei, but you can imagine how troublesome that is to spell every couple of sentences. Anyways, I've added new characters and gotten rid of old ones. So yeah, I think that's all I wanted to say. Please review!