He touched her picture once through his fatigue shirt pocket as he finished checking his gear, the plane’s engines lulling him into a state not quite sleepy, but not quite alert either. The last order of business was the freshly oiled and loaded Thompson that he unslung from his shoulder. He gave the weapon a once over before replacing it around his neck. His .45 automatic side arm was safely ensconced in a left belt holster. It was dark outside the Skytrain’s windows, the people below using their blackout curtains to their full effect.
The craggy and scarred face of his platoon sergeant broke through his reverie. “Five minutes to Drop Zone, LT.”
He nodded, standing up as tall as he could in the cabin. He swallowed hard, clearing his throat to get attention. “Troops, listen up. We have a job to do so let’s get it done. The sooner we finish, the sooner we go home.” The overhead lights blinked once, then twice. “On your feet.”
He gave his parachute one final check as his sergeant opened the plane’s door. A whistling wind entered the cabin, teasing them with promises of glorious victory…or agonizing defeat. He stepped forward and placed his hands on both sides of the doorway and took a deep breath. Now or never, Virgil, he thought.
He pushed himself through the doorway and into the black.
Good stuff! Prelude to which book?
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It’s just called Prelude. It was that or call it The Big Drop…hehe.
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Ha! Ok!
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I got an urge to write something short…hehe.
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I’m just wondering what happens next!
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Yeah, I did cut it off at the doorway, didn’t I?
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Yes you did!
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The idea was for the reader to draw their own conclusions about Virgil’s fate, but it probably wasn’t very nice of me…hehe.
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Oh no way. What’s the mission? Does he land safely? Is he successful? Do they get him back out? AND Who’s the girl? Come on man!
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Now I feel a little guilty about not expanding on him and his men.
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Well then, my work is done! š
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Last time I scratch an itch around you….
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Hehehe! š
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This is what a friend does. I like it.
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Well good! š
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I’ll let you in a little secret. That snippet is what happens when I don’t plan the story. š
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So you have nothing? No mission? No girlfriend pining at home for Virgil, maybe cheating on him with his scoundrel brother Ovid? Infiltration of the terrorist cell behind enemy lines? Giant radioactive lizards? Aliens? Zombies? I think you need my help!!!
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Nope, just a vague idea, a wing, and a prayer. š
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Wah! Sigh… Well now you have my 2 cents! G’night Wally!
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Night, Meg. May the stars light your way and the road always rise to meet you. š
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All right, I’ll give it some thought. Now shoo. š
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Hey, check this out, one of my books sold in Japan.
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Ha! That’s cool! The new covers are working!
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I like that, especially since I don’t speak a lick of Japanese.
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Domo origato mr roboto
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That and counting to 5…heh
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Mind if I ask what a fatigue shirt pocket is? I’ve never seen that word used in that context before.
Awesome writing! Very powerful imagery. I love that you used the word ‘ensconced. “
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Fatigues were what they called US Army battlefield uniforms back in the Day. I just reworked it a different way. š
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Ahh thank you for the clarification! My knowledge of the subject is very limited.
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Anytime. I have a military background and I love history. Tends to come in handy…hehe.
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Lest we forget. The hundreds and thousands of Virgils who took their twenty years of life with them to the battle. Many did not return. All of that young life lived just to get to that open door. Family, school, friends, love, joy and sorrow. We lose so many of that generation each day. Stories that must be told. “Band of Brothers” showed us a glimpse of it and now you have a good start on another. Go for it.
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I think you’re the first to get the point of this.
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Thank you. Historical fiction is almost tied with crime/detective fiction as my favorite thing to write. I’m working my way into modern times from the colonial period so it may be a few years before I do my 1930s/1940s stories.
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I dabble with different genre elements, but my go-to has always been Science Fiction/Adventure. When and if I decide to expand it, there may yet be a sci-fi twist…hehe.
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So when Virgil leaps who’s to say where, or when, he lands…
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In my mind, it’s a war story in France just prior to D-Day, but what Virgil and his men will discover a few surprises when they hit the ground…hehe.
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