Chapter 3 - I'd Finally Found Him
One night a spirited group made their way to the bar. They chased out the solid army grunts and commandeered the place. Even I knew who they were. The patch on their sleeve was the mark of the proud air force.
A loudmouth middle-aged man went around announcing each pilot's results for the day and his running kill record. For those who exceeded five kills a thorough toasting and soaking followed. I believe it was a custom to call a pilot an Ace once he shot down five planes.
After completing the days review the same guy, the squadron agent, went on to announce: "And now for our leader's results!" Everyone turned around to look at the quiet man who sat alone strumming a guitar. I found myself drawn to the music of this guitar. "Yellow Thirteen bagged three more today! Bringing his knew tally up to sixty-four kills."
With a tentative smile the man turned to me and asked me to accompany him with my harmonica. I brought it up to my lips and he started a new song.
I'd finally found him. But by some fluke it was my father's favorite song. The one he used to play at the end of each day.
I didn't say anything about the incident. I didn't know how they would react. Whether they would laugh or feel sympathy. When it started to get dark, just like always, I headed back to the cramped house of my uncle's.
The first thing out of my uncle's mouth was, "Give me the money kid." I handed it to him - only half of it though. I always kept half of it so I could try and by us food. Because as soon as my dear uncle received any money he bought drink.
I went out on the tiny little porch. I kicked little pebbles by my feet away. Then I heard a sound. A loud roaring sound. The sound of fighter jets. I looked up and saw the Then looked back up and the aircraft were soaring away when suddenly more aircraft come out of the skies chasing them.
Although I am old enough to know to go in the bomb shelter or a basement right now I run toward the direction of they are heading. It was a dogfight. The jets were flying all around in random paths. Just as I reached the edge of the town. I see a something come off of one of the aircraft. A missile. It left a trail behind it. Heading toward another aircraft, but the pilot's moves were to swift and he avoided it. The missile was heading my way.
I ran as fast as I could down the road. I didn't make it very far by the time it hit. The building it hit exploded into pieces. Debris was flying everywhere so I took cover and ran into an alleyway. I was scared to death and ran to the bomb shelter.
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