I could hear our pilots screaming through the
radio.
Man down! Man down.
My body killed itself bit by bit every second as my
brothers plummeted to their death.
We got bullets from right and left from the remaining
battleships, luckily every bullet missed except for two.
Mayday, mayday, I’m hit, I’m hit, I screamed into the
radio as we tumbled towards the water fast.
Get ready for a rough landing, I said to Morris in a
stressful manner
No reply
As the clear and warm Hawaiian water flooded in
through the bullet wounds on the plane I stressfully
cracked open the windshield with the plane keys only to
realize the clear blue water was not blue anymore… It
was red.
Morris!! No reply.
In the process of sinking gently towards the tropical
Hawaiian ocean floor I opened the windshield to realize
that there was no Morris anymore..
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