A Few Angels DownA Story by John Ciarmello A short A Few Angels Down
“I’m hit Willy! I took two inside the flight deck; left leg shot up pretty bad! Over.” “Roger that Peaty. Stay with me driver. What’s your heading?” “Last heading, zero- three -five degrees South East, Over!” “Roger that, do you have a ground visual?” “Negative on the visual! Over.” “Roger. I see you now. I’m right behind you Peaty. You have smoke and flame. You need to bail! Over.” “Negative, seat boosters are shot up.” “Roger that! You still have altitude peaty! Chart new heading: Two-two- zero degrees north west! You’re heading into Russian air space, man! Over.” “Roger. Engine just ceased. I’ve had it Willy! I’m gonna have to ditch! Over.” “Roger. Christ, you’re over the gulag, Peaty!” Stay up! stay up driver! There’s an open field at two- two- zero degrees north west. Over!” “Roger that Willy, new heading Two-two -zero degrees.” “What’s your Altimeter reading Peaty?’ “Altitude: Seven- zero- two! Dropping fast Willy! Over.” “Roger. I have eyes on you Peaty!” “Roger that Willy, how do I look?” “You’re clear to ditch! You’re burning pretty bad, Peaty. You need to ditch now! Over.” “Roger that, ditching! Altimeter reading: Seven hundred feet and dropping. Six Hundred, Five Hundred.” “Pull that nose up driver! Over!” “Roger! Four Hundred. Three. Two hundred… What the hell was that, Willy?” “You took out the L.G. on that tree top Peaty! You’re comin down hard!” “Yeah, I’m down. She’s taking it all to her belly! S**t! leg feels like it’s being jackhammered! Over.” “Sorry to hear Peaty! I have eyes on you! It looks like you brought a few angels down with ya!” “Why Is that?” Over.” “I don’t know how, but the flames are out. You’re still smokin like you pissed out a six pack on Daddies campfire though! You need to get clear of that bucket! How’s the leg? Over!” “Roger. Good to hear on the flames. Leg’s pretty shot up. I’m looking at bone, Willy!” “Roger that. S**t! you got Russian boots on the ground at Three O’clock peaty! Over.” “Roger. I see them Willy, keep your led!” “Negative! I’m taking them out peaty!” “Negative! negative! Stand down Willy, you need the fuel to go home!”
“Roger. As soon as I’m in ear shot of G.C. I’ll give them your location.” “Roger!... Hey Willy? “Go ahead Peaty.” “That crack in your voice just then? It wasn’t meant for me, was it?”
“Hell no!” “Roger. Hey, bright side at least I’ll get this leg taken care of.” “Roger that Peaty.” “Tell the wife… Tell her I love her. Okay Willy... Tell her to make sure my son knows me.” “Tell her yourself when you get stateside! And you owe me a beer.” “Roger that.” “They’re all around me Willy. I don’t mind telling you I’m a little scared.” “Hang tough soldier.” “Roger. Over and out.”
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“How do I become the soldier he was mom?” Will I belong here at Arlington?” “He was a good man before he was a good soldier, Pete.”
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John CiarmelloNYAboutI'm a 58 year old enthusiastic writer of short story and Children's rhyme. I love to try all types of writing. I love the challenge of flash fiction. I'm not sure I have a novel in me though! We shall.. more..Writing
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