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Chapter. 4
Letter Draft My.
Pony P.O.V
The past three weeks of training were like hell. I am not even exaggerating at all. I guess it wasn't as bad as the first time we trained. But still it is bad!
Mark and I managed to fly the planes, we are by far better than the other boys. Our landings are a bit rough but not as bad as Dally's. Now his was bad. i remember like it was yesterday. Wait it was. Any way this is what happened:
Dally was in the air flying like he didn't have anything to worry about . then the Sarg. told him on the radio to come down.
"COME BACK DOWN SON. OR I WILL MAKE YOU AND THE REST OF THE SQUADRON RUN 5 LAPS!"
He replied with, "On it sorry. Coming back down, over."
He was landing just fine until he saw Mark with a box of pudding cups. Dally nearly flipped the plane on its back just for a pudding cup.
"Watch it soldier, or I will beat your head in so hard you won't be able to eat pudding for days!" Bellowed Sarg.
End of flash back.
"Pone come on its our last meal before we go back to 'Nam!" yelled mark as he ran out of the room in the direction of the mess hall.
I packed my letters from the gang, pictures, packs of kools, and my clithes along with my rifle and dagger.
I walked out the door and headed to the mess hall. The kitchen was so crowded I had to stand up on one of the tables. The tables weren't even sturdy, they were wooden tables that look like they have been in two wars and burned in a fire. I looked around for my gang and finally found them stuffing their faces with food. Mark saw me and waved me over I smiled grabbed my trayand walked over.
We all ate in silence knowing most ofwere going to get killed in the next few days. It might even be ourselves. We all finished in a few minutes, getting our bags and boarded the plane. I sat on the window like always and Mark sat next to me. It was a long ride until we saw the battle field. When we landed we jumped of prepared and started fighting our asses off. We were forced into our planes and fought hard. I killed many people tonight, too many to count. I am a murderer. I have killed hundreds of people since I was here. I felt guilty, but the guilt washed away seeing that gooks in the planes were shooting at us, me. I got out of my day dream and fought back until every last one is dead.
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The battle lasted all night. It was pretty rough. We all went to bed right after to get some good hours of sleep before the next battle. But of coursed I couldn't fall asleep. I stayed up all night staring uo at the stained ceiling and started thinking. I thought about a lot of things tonight. I thought about Johnny and Dally got drafted, that half of our old squadron died, that we are now fighting, that I might die here.
A/N: hey guys I know this is short I just had to get a fight scene in this chapter. I hope you understand. Please keep reviewing! Reviews are greatly appreciated!
~Mk