ONE LAST TIME

 

Plane on runway--Rich Voza

Photo Copyright: Rich Voza

Here we are for another week. Today we’re sitting on a virtual runway near an old WWII aircraft. Our hostess for this weekly gathering is the talented and gracious writer and artist, Rochelle Wisoff Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our challenge this week and every week is to write an original story with no more than 100 words not including the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was requested by C.E. Ayr and supplied by Rich Voza. Thanks, C.E., and Rich.

To read the other stories by the group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/06/22/24-june-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

ONE LAST TIME by P.S. Joshi

The WWII fighter plane the Grumman F6F Hellcat was sitting on the runway near the hanger. It was due to make its last flight in the air show the next day. Its WWII pilot, Col. George Pringle, Rtd. was supposed to be present. It was all ready to go.

The night before the flight a call was received at the local U.S. Air Force office. Sadly, Col. Pringle had died suddenly that day.

The next morning the plane was found to have been flown.

“Well,” said an old buddy. “George flew her one last time.”

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44 thoughts on “ONE LAST TIME

  1. Ahhh, pure GREAT, Suzanne! Has a poignant ending. Our friend in the “author world,” Kathleen Rogers, has a beautiful poem called The Lady Let Him Fly. Rochelle’s husband, Jan, and I read it and we got tears in our eyes.

    My dad’s a WWII veteran (Navy) and I have been trying to get him to go on the Honor Flight, but he’s kind of ambivalent about it. We’ll see. Maybe for his 90th birthday (he still drives and does crossword puzzles and was named Citizen Of the Year at the Chamber of Commerce in January — we should live so long!).

    Five out of five super sonics! 😀

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    • Thanks, Kent. What a great comment! Your dad sounds like quite a guy. My brother was twenty years older than me and was a U.S. Navy veteran who served in WWII. He served on board aircraft carriers. He was a Chief Petty Officer when he left the Navy and went back to college on the GI Bill. He told me later he kind of wished he’d stayed in the Navy. My dad was a U.S. Navy veteran who served in WWI. He served on board an old battleship that was made into a troop transport. It sailed between NYC and Brest, France. He loved his time in the navy. I have a lot of old pictures. When he left the navy, he was a Chief Boatswain’s Mate. I’m happy you enjoyed my little story. 😀 — Suzanne

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      • I did and what a history your brother had! My dad was only in toward the end, but was in for several months before he got injured on the ship and they had to discharge him. Got the purple heart and everything, but my grandpa, dad, uncle and cousin all served during wartime. I went in the National Guard for training just before Desert Storm, but I never got sent there.

        Anyway, great story!

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      • It’s too bad you dad was wounded but great he survived. The first carrier my brother was on was sunk but the men were taken off by another ship and then taken to an island, I think it was Efate until they could be reassigned. Dessert Storm was the war I was worried about. My son was graduating in 1994 and I was afraid if it went on for a number of years he might be drafted. A couple of his friends joined the army and were sent to Iraq. After their tours of duty were up they came home safe and sound.

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      • My mom’s cousin who lived with them got pneumonia and had to stay behind. The sub he was stationed on got depth-charged and all were lost. As for Iraq, I could have very easily and willingly gone (fresh out of boot), but in the National Guard, they had to deploy a whole division instead of a few individuals. So, by the time I got out of boot camp, it was pretty much over. They didn’t need us.

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    • Thanks, MW. I’m pleased you liked the story. If my spirit returns to my most important place it would probably be the house where I was born. It’s the only old address I can remember. I suppose that’s because I memorized it when I was very young. 🙂 — Suzanne

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