A meeting of the Aces
Apr. 3rd, 2012 01:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sable_cloakThe Black Eagle's feeble craft careened through the night sky, diving between lights hastily aimed upward. Flashes from muzzles welcomed his appearance below as he felt the plane buck as a larger round landed home. He heard bullets whacking into the hastily added metal plate to the floor of the cockpit as he forced the plane into what should have been a deadly dive. He'd done this maneuver before, scouting a flight line and then letting the enemy believe they had shot him down, leaving him free to roam behind enemy lines until he had learned what he desired and then returned home to begin again.
A loud boom from below forced the yoke to buck unexpectedly in his hands, not by a failure of his nerves, but part of his plane was now missing. The brief had not included canons in the list of armaments to concern him, and if he survived the crash, he was certain that intelligence officer who assured him the report was complete would require a day in hospital upon his return. As it was, he could only brace himself, sliding the plate from its spot below him and using it like a shield as the trees smacked into the plane.
The plate saved his life, but in the process had injured his arm. It wasn't broken, but the swelling told him it had nearly been so. Regardless, he dragged his bruised body from the wreckage, taking a small survival kit with him and then set the engine on fire. It would rage long before anyone could come to put it out, destroying any evidence there might have been a body lacking within.
On his crashing path, he had spotted a road nearby, and would make his way toward it. He would have to be careful, but it would ease his navigation until he could find out the exact bearing his plane had taken him on its unexpected divergence from flight on this moonless night.
A loud boom from below forced the yoke to buck unexpectedly in his hands, not by a failure of his nerves, but part of his plane was now missing. The brief had not included canons in the list of armaments to concern him, and if he survived the crash, he was certain that intelligence officer who assured him the report was complete would require a day in hospital upon his return. As it was, he could only brace himself, sliding the plate from its spot below him and using it like a shield as the trees smacked into the plane.
The plate saved his life, but in the process had injured his arm. It wasn't broken, but the swelling told him it had nearly been so. Regardless, he dragged his bruised body from the wreckage, taking a small survival kit with him and then set the engine on fire. It would rage long before anyone could come to put it out, destroying any evidence there might have been a body lacking within.
On his crashing path, he had spotted a road nearby, and would make his way toward it. He would have to be careful, but it would ease his navigation until he could find out the exact bearing his plane had taken him on its unexpected divergence from flight on this moonless night.
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Date: 2012-06-06 06:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-13 09:15 pm (UTC)"I do not recognize you, I am sorry to say. Then again, you look entirely too young to even be here. As for other generations...no, I suspect not. I am a footnote in dusty old books, nothing more. We all are."
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Date: 2012-06-18 04:31 am (UTC)"I've had many faces. Even this one is borrowed, though with permission of the owner." It was not a bragging statement, more like an apology in the way it was delivered. "Even President Lincoln misjudged the measure to which words may be remembered, alongside the deeds. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here."
The Shadow straightened his shoulders, looking out over the view and then taking a seat on a small wall near Von Hammer.
"There was once a rash young pilot who made flights during the night in the first war. Only in the beginning of his calling, he found himself facing who he thought was his equal not in the skies, but on foot. It was a tense hunt that cold night, but in the end that young pilot made a foolish mistake by threatening those in the care of that soldier. That was the night he relearned the value of a life."
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Date: 2012-06-25 08:39 pm (UTC)"I remember," he said, slowly nodding. "I remember them all, you know. They say time dulls the sharp edges of memory, but it does not. I remember every encounter, every life I took. Every life I lost. And it was a foolish mistake - I'd killed others for similar ones."
He paused again.
"Then at least something good came of it. Almost nothing good came of that war."
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Date: 2012-06-26 04:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-07 02:33 am (UTC)"Then something good came of it, after all," he said. "One good thing from my life."