The water kept entering the cockpit of the plane and rising higher and higher. Ross tried to stay calm, after all this was his first mission in the air. He did know how to swim from their many excursions to the beach . But this was different , it was swimming for his life. Taking a deep breath , he unfastened his seat belt and ducked his head under the water. He threw off the heavy bomber jacket , because it would only way him down further into the ocean.

Swimming furiously, he knew he had to get to the surface. Bubbles came up from his nose and mouth as he fought to get the plane 's exit opened. With all his might , he pulled it and swam for the surface.

His plane now gone. He swam for the shoreline. Reaching the beach, he collapsed. When the plane crashed, something happened to his leg and neck. His eyes closed as he laid in misery and eventually the pain made him lose consciousness.

Now he was waking up, his head was still hurting and now so did the back of his hand. An IV was inserted and it was no wonder he had to pee all the time.

Gave us quite a scare, Captain." said the English nurse as she checked Ross' iv.

"You look familiar, but for the life of me. I can't remember your name." Ross said as he held his bandaged head.

"Emily, Emily Waltham." she said. "Lie still Captain, so you can rest."

"I have to let Rachel know I 'm alright." he said.

"I can do that , you know, after I check your bandages." Emily lifted the covers and peeked at the soiled wound. "Need to change it though. You were in real bad shape when they brought you in. Thought you were a goner."

"You mean I almost died?" asked Ross.

"They brought you right into the theatre and started to work on you." she said. "But now you will be fine and shooting Germans out of the sky again before you know it." Emily went to work and then grabbed a pad and sat down next to Ross. "Okay Yank, shoot." she said with a pen poised to write.

He started. "Dear Rachel, I am writing this to you from England . I really don't want to worry you but I am fine and learning all I can about my plane . I have been on a few missions but nothing major yet."

"I can't tell her I was shot down and almost drowned in the Atlantic, she worries about me." Ross said to the nurse, as he interrupted the dictation. "I think about you every day and miss you so much. Every time I hear our song, it makes me dream of you and holding you in my arms. Well my darling, I am getting tired so I will close for now.Praying for an end to this bloody war." With all my love, Ross."

"You should be getting some rest Captain." Emily said. "I will mail this for you though, if you promise to get some sleep."

"I promise to, Emily?" Ross asked.

"Yes," she said as her eyes sparkled.

"Thank you for saving my life." he simply said.

"It's my job Captain, just as yours is to shoot Nazis out of England's skies." Emily said. "Now rest." she said as she pulled the blanket over his body and he closed his eyes.

"Why is it the nice ones, all have someone?" thought Emily as she watched the sleeping American..

"Tribbiani, go!" said the sailor as he put down his card.

"I'll take two." Joey said as he put down his cards and looked at his hand.

"This is heaven. No training. Girls wherever you look. Nurses. Girls from the islands." said Jones. "I should have enlisted a long time ago."

"Yeah and far away from the New York winters." Joey said as he picked up the cards.

"Hey Tribbiani, heard that your girl was transferred to Pearl and she caught you trying to pick up one of her nursie friends." laughed Jones.

"Smooth ." echoed a chorus of sailors.

"Hey I didn't need a steady anyway. There's girls everywhere. It is like a buffet of women." Joey smiled. He certainly wasn't like his two buddies who had to have women when they went home. But then again , Joey wasn't fighting in combat either. He was just floating along in this island paradise called Hawaii.

Monica came running in. "I've got mail." she screamed as she waved the letters in her hand. She handed one of the letters to Rachel. "One of them is postmarked London."

Rachel squealed excitedly. "Oh I know who this is from." She opened the envelope and read it. "He's alright , thank God." she said hugging her chest with the letter. "He misses me." she sighed.

"Chandler says that he can't really say too much. This will be his last letter for a while, they are planning an attack." Monica said. "But he is thinking of me."

"I still say men are nothing but trouble." exclaimed Phoebe. "And any of the decent men are either crawling on the ground in Europe or flying in its skies. Sailors are rotten.' she screamed.

Chandler looked to the right and then the left. He took his gun and then ran through the dark forest. He had to get back to his unit because they were leaving soon. He had went to get some cigarettes before they left. Chandler stopped dead in his tracks when he felt some thing cold and steel like in his back.

"Achtung." screamed the voice. Chandler dropped the gun and put his hands up. There was no doubt what it was at all. This German had caught himself an American.

"Bing, Chandler M. Corporal , US, 712341" he said with his hands in the air. The US wasn't even in the war yet , but here he was a prisoner of war. His eyes glazed over as he was led to the waiting truck. In it sat a group of soldiers. Some of them were French, some British, and some Americans. All of them had one thing in common, they were now the prisoners of Nazi Germany.