Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 23

“Look!” Arthur pointed towards two o-clock. Through the fog and early mist I saw the bare outline of what seemed to be
quite a few army camps. Arthur checked the coordinates “These should be the coordinates that we were given.” I turned
off my walkie and recited my mantra, the one I use everytime before I drop a bomb, “So I bomb so hard muthers wanna
fine me, first niggas gotta find me, bomb so hard, this shit crazy. Y’all don’t know that don’t shit please me…”* Kanye and
Jay-Z reverberated in my ears while I dropped the bombs.
Just as half the bombs had been dropped, the sun came out. A single ray of gold shot through the clouds and shined holy
light onto a lone flag fluttering from the roof of the camps. At first it looked like a red sun with red beams coming out of it
- the flag of the empire of Japan. “We just saved thousands of civilians. Good job.” I shouted and Arthur rejoiced.
However as we got closer and closer to the flag, I noticed something awful. There were no diagonal beams! It was the flag
of the Red Cross! I just bombed our allies! I bombed a hospital! I panicked, the song went on in my head. “Bomb so hard,
this shit weird, we ain’t even suppose to be here, that shit crazy, ain’t it eh?” The song didn’t help calm me in the slightest.
I was shocked and paralyzed. My plane spiraled out of control. When I came back to my senses, we were already in a death
spiral. I lost control of the plane. Every attempt just made us spiral faster. “Bomb so hard, I’m shocked too, I’m supposed to
be locked up too.” The song kept playing in my ears and with the last phrase, our plane went SMACK! All went to black.
* (lyrics found in http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/kanyewest/niggasinparis.html)
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“It’s alright, you’re fine, just relax.” A soothing voice said to me. I slowly opened my eyes. “Where am I?” I inquired.
“The red cross hospital. We saw your plane crash and rushed over immediately.”
“What happened to Arthur, my co-pilot?”
“I’m terribly sorry, he wasn’t as fortunate as you, he didn’t quite make it.” My palms started sweating, a crushing sensation
in my lungs, fog gathered in my brain, “No, no, not Arthur.” My pupils dilated, my right eye started twitching and tears
dripped onto the bed sheet. “My fault… all my…”
“Madam Song - Chairman of the Red Cross will be here soon to talk to you.” The nurse said, trying her best to comfort
me.
When Madam Song came in, my hands were still shaking, I was still seeing bright splotches of light everywhere. “I’m Qing
Ling, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I don’t suppose you stumbled on our hospital and bombed it by accident?”
“N...No, we..we were given coordinates, we were told it was a Japanese military camp.” I spoke softly, still weak from the
crash landing and shocked by Arthur’s death.
“Ah, it all makes sense to me now. I was wondering when did we offend America? Do you care to tell me who gave you
the coordinates?” Madam Song replied.
“I’m not sure, Arthur said that a radio transmission from our base in WuHan gave it to us.”