Only For You

XL) Marion: Jumping Out

You know how they always say that life is only lived once? I never really believed that because there were so many opportunities in life that reflect that there is indeed more than just life here on earth. After the air raid was seemingly over my plane returned to the ground when I was met with a young officer. His eyes were brown and they really did indeed pierce my soul. The name on his lapel tag was Lieutenant Flynn. His tall stature sure did make him seem intimidating, but in the end I soon realized he had a cute personality to go along with his nice facial features. He offered to take me back to the barracks where we would proceed to stay on heavy lockdown. Of course I could not deny him because I was dying to have someone to talk to. After so long I just felt so alone, but he gave me the company I needed.

As we turned the corner his hand brushed up against mine. "Hey, from what I understand you are Lieutenant Wright. You are an ace, you know that right? They have to induct you to the hall of fame." His words did not make sense due to the fact that I was just too tired to comprehend. Words frisked past my brain like wind blowing clouds. "Right, I am not sure Lieutenant. I am such a useless candidate for that title." I blurted out, but realized that I should not have said that. His soft lips parted as he looked into my emerald eyes. "M'am this is your new title. You are so amazing Marion. Honey, you have 310 shoot downs under your tiny belt." He stopped me and pushed me into a corner to talk for a moment. "Sir, that is physically impossible." my small mouth uttered right next to his earlobe. "What? You do not want to be recognized for that? Wright, you have something that us men do not have. That is the most kills since that one guy in the Second World War." Man, was this guy pushy though. I liked him for the most part -until he compared me to him. "You do not understand do you? I do not want to be associated with him. I do not take pride in killing or shooting down anyone. This combat thing is nothing but pure evil. Why would you want to take pride in that? I only do it because I am forced, if I do not follow through I will be killed. Do you know how many times I have been threatened to be killed? It has definitely been more than 10 times. First I receive a letter in the mail and if I do not follow through, I will be killed. Secondly, if I do not obey these crook's orders I will also be killed. Third, if I voice my opinion I will be dead. How does this work? I could go on and on and on about this, but I don't want to kill our time here -alone." I thought I would please the officer into pure trickery. "Oh, so you like me?" He mocked back clearly trying to admit his secret feelings for me. "Lieutenant, there's something about you that is just so beckoning." I let out a small smile.

Being inside was finally a relief, as I felt somewhat safe. The storm felt at bay for a moment. My brunette hair with tinges of red reflected in the last amounts of sunlight. "Hmm really? You are every man's dream right now. Every pilot wants to take you for a flight. We all want you to be our girlfriend. Marion, you are on national television every night. No matter what you do, everyone has eyes on you. They call you the angel with wings and heavenly eyes." His eyes glistened in the remaining light left. The waxing sun seemingly began to disappear behind the rolling hills. That provided a picturesque scene outside of the tiny window that protrudes from behind the corner. I tried to walk further away from the corner, but no matter what happened the officer barricaded me in the corner. "The Angel with wings and heavenly eyes? What is my name now? I thought my callsign was Lynx." I thought that I would push the situation further. Being in the military has taught me how to manipulate people. He ran his fingers through his Jet black hair, "You have a whole country that loves you, they adore you Marion. The world has their eyes on you. Don't fight me, and don't fight it. They all love you to death Marion." I did not like those words at all. "They are all in love with you - I am in love with you myself. You are our angel, the queen of the skies. Wake up my affetto -amore." He managed to pull off a sweet Italian accent without any flaws. "Marion... ti voglio bene." His eyes stared into mine right before he turned and left. Maybe it was myself that was hating it all. If America loves me, then why don't I love myself just as much? Maybe America was actually rooting for me.