Gale

Gale was reading a book about aerodynamics to enhance his knowledge for his future career which was to become a jet pilot in the marines. This had been his dream ever since  his father died. Naturally, this was a tragic day for his family.  It was a day of grief and sorrow but the most prominent detail of all was the denial.

Gale’s father had been selected for the marine fighter jet squad due to his past knowledge of army jets. His first flight had been in a rebellion in Syria. It had been nothing for the jets because of their immense training.

But since his fifth flight he had been going to  tougher missions meant for A - Squad jets.

October the 8th was the last time Gale and his family had seen his dad -  if  they had seen disaster coming they would have begged him to stop. It was that day,  he was sent to exterminate the remaining rebels in Syria but this time they had prepared for the jets. They had bought an arsenal of RPG launchers and had used them against the jets but had only severed a few, Gale’s father had been one of these few.

The rocket propelled grenade had been too fast for , the jet was nothing compared to a rocket. It had hit an engine on the right wing of the jet. A crash landing would have been less excruciating for Gales family  but Gale’s father had been blown to smithereens. The funeral had been in the main cemetery in Clover Park. The marines that had known Gale’s father had come and paid homage to him . The atmosphere grew heavier every passing minute. The tremendous sorrow that came that day could have set off an atomic bomb.

In the passing years that came the pain had eased and Gale had turned into a mature young man ready to follow in his dad’s footsteps.