Six lives, four birds, two miracles
They all counted down each minute. The huge engines of the aircraft carrier rumbled below their anxious feet. Deep blue sky, the sun rippling waves of heat across the deck. Perfect day for flying.
Bob was the first aviator on deck as the team followed a minute later.
In the silhoutte of the suns rays Bob's shadowed form leaned his hand against Dagger number three. His head bowed and his eyes closed as the words he mouthed went unheard in the hot ripples.
His fellow lieutenants looked at each other surprised and back at the supposedly unseen backseater. A few of them sent up a silent prayer themselves, praying for divine intervention within the hostile atmosphere.
The tension of the eerily calm sea and sky held their tongues in fear. Six lives, four birds, two miracles. He kissed his jet leaning his forehead on it's metal body. "Lord be with us", Bob whispered to the skies.
A/N: I LOVED writing this! Definately might write more chapters but I'll post this for now for ol' missmarthareads(: she's as desperate as I am to see Bob content. Any chapter requests? Sorry if I got timing or termenology wrong! Credit to Concetta for her story Turn around, bright eyes. I stole the prayer idea completely(: