(From The Trevors: The Last Battle)
“Why do I do this?” he said, leaning his head against the wall of his ship. He was exhausted, mentally and physically demoralized.
Suddenly he found himself in his father’s old hangar on Okalahoma. He turned around to see himself as an eager 3 year old, his father dressing him in a World War I pilot’s hat, goggles and scarf. He looked at himself in the mirror when his father finished.
“I look like Snoopy before he fights the Red Baron!” he said beaming. Steve laughed.
“What are we doing Daddy?” he said excitedly. Steve smiled brightly.
“You’ll see.” He went over to the corner of the hangar and pulled the tarp away.
“TaDa!” he said.
There they were. Exact working replicas of his father’s old planes. The German FOKKER he had crashed in when his mother had saved him from drowning. Next to it was a SPAD, his father’s old plane. Both of them full sized versions of the two models his father had given him for his birthday.
He jumped for joy. “Can we fly them Daddy, can we?”
Steve laughed, “That’s the plan Champ!”
He still remembered the barrel rolls and breaks, the Immelmann turns, stall turns, split S, Chandelles, wingovers, Low yo-yos, Lag rolls, flat and rolling Scissors, Defensive Spirals and how thrilling it all was.
They flew both planes all day, emptying the fuel tanks. When the sun was finally seting over the horizon, he was still eager to go again.
“One more time Daddy!”
“You said that three times already.” Steve laughed.
“We can’t fly them anymore today.”
“Why?” he asked, his azure yes filling with disappointment.
“What does Daddy’s cessna plane have that these planes don’t?”
He wrinkled his brow, looking at them.
“Auto pilot?”
“Yes, what else?” he shook his head.
“Lights. Planes didn’t have lights back then. That was the one thing that Daddy marvelled at when Mommie wished me back to 1984 with the Wishing Stone. We’ll have to fly them again another day. Besides, Mommie’s making Aunt Etta’s Shepherds Pie. It’s the only thing she doesn’t messup.” His father laughed.
“We don’t wanna miss that. Besides, there’s homemade frozen custard from the Abeernathys for dessert.”
His mother was waiting for them on the front porch along with his baby sister Lyta. His father picked up his infant sister while he excitedly told his mother about their day, making airplane noises and using his hands, he explained all of his father’s manuvers. Both his parents laughed, sharing in his joy and excitement.
Even his baby sister laughed, not even knowing what she was laughing at.
“Thank you.” He said to the Mother Boxes.
“Thank you for answering my question ‘Who am I?’ I am a pilot and a soldier, like my father before me. Like my father before me, I have a choice: to either do nothing or to do something. Like him, I choose to do something. I choose to save the universe.”
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