a fly-by

The city looks beautiful from up here. I so wanted to come back to my city, the city I grew up, the land of the free and the home of the brave. I didn’t know when I would see it again since I was stationed in Hawaii.

I had just finished my breakfast when I heard the loud buzz. Someone yelled, “Jap!”
Then, the speaker screamed, “We are under attack! This is not a drill!”
And, I started to run…

Well, I must go now. I am to be honored with other fallen shipmates at the commemoration today.

PHOTO PTOMPT © Lucy Fridkin
PHOTO PTOMPT © Lucy Fridkin

For Friday Fictioneers -9 December 2016

 

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