The Airbound

What, the airborne?

"What're you doing?" Tommy asked, as I reached him by the tree.

"What'd 'you mean?"

"What are you in, I thought you'd be in infantry!"

"I am, just, the airborne infantry,"

"What's the airborne infantry?"

"Well... You put on a parachute, and jump out of a perfectly good airplane."

"Your insane, Ty."

"Maybe, but I think it's interesting."

"YOUR GOING TO JUMP OUT OF AN AIRPLANE."

"Well I want to get to the action, but not fly a plane."

"Again, YOUR JUMPING..."

"I got I got it, but I got to go now, tell my mum,"

"Oh, I didn't think of that, Hey mah I'm in the army now, or if I was you, hey mah I'm gonna jump out of a plane."

"I'll seya 'round,"

Tommy waved and turned back, focusing on his uniform, that he held in his hand. I now realized that I was wearing my uniform. Some buttons were undone and it was a bit ruffled. I quickly straightened it up, and began to walk home. When I was passing the harbour I decided to see what my travel instructions said. I dug threw my pockets, and pulled out the leaflet. After unfolding it, it read...

Airborne infantry corps of Canada

All those who have registered in the airborne corps, will report to the nearest regimental outpost at 7:30am on September 4th 1939

Then it went on about packing, and other stuff. So tommorow, I have to come back here.

Now I turned the corner, and headed down Dukes avenue. Only a couple more blocks to home. I have to plan out what I'm going to say to mum. After going over a hundred scenarios, nothing seemed good, at all. I finally decided that I would just let the cards fall where they may. A minute later I found myself standing outside my house. It was a one floor building, pale green, and paint chipped in places. With a heavy heart I walked up the steps, and pulled open the door. Mum was cooking in the kitchen witch was exactly adjacent to the door. Mum looked up from the pot, and suddenly she saw me. Wearing my uniform. Her eyes widened, and she began to cry. She balled for a good hour before she muttered a word.

"Why?"

I honestly couldn't answer her. Why, I don't know why. She cried and sobbed for hours more, and eventually just passed out. I carried her to her bed, threw the blankets over her, then headed back to the kitchen. It smelt really bad, and burnt in here. Then I realized that no one had doused the stove. I took a look in the pot and saw a black liquid that was probably gonna be soup. I dumped the liquid out into the grass outside. I then cleaned the pot, and went to bed.

My bell clock rang, and I quickly jumped out of bed. I looked at the clock, 5:30. I got dressed, in my uniform, then headed into the kitchen, I wolfed down a piece of toast, right off the burner. Now I wrote a note to mum.

Dear mom, I'm sorry for making you upset, but I have to make my own choices. I just don't want to leave things on a sore note. I love you, and I'll write to you and Mel every time I can.

With love

TY

I set the note on the counter. I then took a look at the clock, 6: 23. In one hour, I will be at the regiment. Since it takes about a half an hour to get there, I decided to leave in fifteen minutes. So to kill those fifteen minutes, I cleaned up the house. Taking the broom, and sweeping the rug, under the table. I washed the counter, and stove. I made my bed, and dusted the shelves. When I thought I might have killed enough time I checked the clock, 7: 09. Time to go. I headed to the door, grabbed the knob, and was about to leave. I took one last glance behind me, and stepped outside.

It was a bright sunny day, I could see the harbour from my porch atop the hill. Down the hill, and across the road, a few more kids in uniform were walking by. I recognized them from school, there was, Allan Phelps, Gary Rondosa, and Julien Baglole.

"Hey!" I called after them, they stooped, and waited.

When I reached them there were some greetings, but it's somewhat vague.

"So you joined too?" Asked Julien.

"Yeah," I replied.

"What element, I'm in the, uh... Airborne infantry,"

Slightly takin aback I replied "Huh, me too!"

"Really, maybe will be in the same squad," he ended this with a smile.

We talked all the way there, and I found out that Gary, and Allan had joined the Air Force.

When we arrived at the regiment, Julien and I split off for the truck that read airborne, while Gary, and Allan, headed for the one that read, Navy.

We, got to the truck, lined up, and got ready for the army.