Chapter Six- Bad Memories Unfold Like a Scrap Book

A few weeks later Danny was released from the hospital. In that same month Rafe and him were called to go to another island in Hawaii.

They flew over there at once. Once they got there they were told to go into this big building. They walked into the room like a secretary instructed.

They walked into the large office. The walls were a dark green and the floors were hard wooden flooring. The general was talking on the phone. Rafe and Danny stood still saluting.

A few minutes later the general hung up the phone. He walked over to Rafe and Danny.

"So I heard plenty of things about you, boys." the general said leaning on his desk.

"What things have you heard sir?" Rafe bravely asked.

"I have heard about you saving Pearl Harbor."

"Thhat was MccCawley, sirrr. Not me." Danny stuttered through the sentence."

"Really Walker? I don't like having men, who put themselves down. Only I do that." the general said glaring at Danny.

Danny stood absolutely still, shaking in his boots, still saluting. The general was at least half a foot taller then Danny. His stare was intense. His brown eyes turned a shade of deep red. A smile cracked on his face. His crooked smile reminded Danny of his father.

Remembering his father brought evil memories into Danny's head. His mind drifted off to a time when Danny was a boy. He was playing with a broken crop duster. Les came home angry and drunk.

"What are you doing boy? Don't ya have homework?" Les slurred.

"I...I already did it." little Danny said.

"Don't you talk to me with that tone!" Les said swinging his fist into Danny's little jaw.

Danny cried in pain. He held his jaw knowing it was dislocated. Les angrily picked up Danny by the collar.

"Come on Danny, crying is for girls. I raised you better then that!"

Les threw Danny down and ripped of the propeller off the crop duster. And that's when Danny came back to reality not wanting to remember the rest. Sweat poured down his face.

"Sit down. My name is General Lee Walker." the general said.

Rafe and Danny put their hands down and sat. General Walker went through everything. Danny self consciously played images of his childhood.

After twenty minutes of instruction General Walker said. "Well, that's pretty much it boys. Right now we will test you physical skills with the other boys. Go unpack and get dressed into some clothes you don't mind getting dirty."

Once Rafe left the room Danny slowly stood up. Lee walked over to him.

"I don't know if you realized it son, but I'm your uncle. Your old man's older brother. And if you screw up I will repeat your childhood all over again. Understood?" Lee asked.

Hearing that threat Danny felt his knees shake. He felt his heart beat double it's speed. He went to war to get away from his father, not to run into his uncle.

"Yyyes sir," Danny said.

"And you best not to say anything about us being related and all." Lee said.

"Yes sir,"

Danny walked out of the office with fear running his blood cold. Rafe stood against the wall.

"What's wrong Danny, you look like you seen a ghost." he asked seeing his friend's face a deep pale.

"N-Nothing." Danny lied practically running down the hall.

"Hang on, wait for me!" Rafe called running.

Once he caught up to Danny he was out of breath. "Man Danny, your still as fast as you when we were kids."

"I..I wanna forget the past." Danny said shoving the doors opened.

The bright sun hit his eyes. He charged over to the place Rafe and him were living at. The quarters were small. Only five beds were each room. The walls were a grey mixed with a faded blue. Danny threw his stuff on a bed in the farthest from the others.

Danny threw on his clothes. Rafe slowly got dressed. He watched Danny scramble around for his boots.

"Where are my stupid shoes?" Danny asked agitated.

Rafe looked on Danny's bed. The boots sat there perfectly still, he laughed. "There on your bed. What's the rush Danny?"

"I..I just don't wanna be late!" Danny snapped.

He slipped on his boots and walked outside, Rafe came following after. Rafe knew something was bothering his friend, but couldn't put his finger on what.