I've Found Peace

Chapter 2: Early Morning PT

"Lieutenant Williams, reporting as order, sir!" I stated with meaning. Standing in front of my squadrons Commanding Officer was something I barley do, even though he is the one giving me orders. It's almost never directly.

So saluting him, as he sits at his office desk right in front of me, this must be important. I hold in my anxiety as he looks at me, I hope I haven't done something wrong. Yes, it's good to make mistakes sometimes, but it could also cost lives.

"Williams. I have an important mission for you. It's not common, and we don't have a lot of regulation statements for it actually." He states just making my curiosity grow by the second. "We are giving a 2 week tour of our aviation 4th bomber squadron, the Thunderstorms, to a few famous, you could say, people. This is the governments way of promoting the military I suppose. You being the highest ranking female in that squadron, I'm hoping you could handle a big responsibility like this."

"Yes sir! Thank you, for giving me this opportunity!" I drop my salute and walk out of the room after being dismissed, with all of the possible situations tuning through my mind on how this could end up, trying to stay positive. I wonder who's going to be here.

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As I finish up my workout, as I jog back to my berthing, I notice 2 large tour buses that sit in front of my squad's aircraft hanger. I sigh remembering that the first tour I'm supposed to give is in two hours. Calculating in my head my schedule for the rest of today, I didn't see the group of 5 standing outside of the bus, watching my every move as my CO talks to them about the next two weeks.

I'm almost right on them before I notice my CO staring at me.

I slow my jog down to a walk and I eventually stop in front of my commander, saluting "Good morning, sir! Is there anything you need from bomber squadron 4?" I ask ignoring the looks of the group just to the right of me. Captain Johnson waves me at ease, and states "Yes go square away your fatigues and... well actually get you fighter suit on. Yes fighter suit, and get the O2 ready. Be back here at 1545 promptly and be ready to fly." I know exactly what's going on here. This joker is showing me off to these people. I hide my small laugh, as I drop my salute "Yes, sir!"

I turn giving a small nod to the group of 5, already observing that there are 2 female and 3 male, all Americans, and they are in fact some of the most known people these days. Alicia Jackson, a famous actor that stars in comedy movies and shows. Jaden Smith, a modern female raper. I've listened to a few of her songs, and they aren't bad. I didn't recognize the first male I made eye contact with but he looked rather familiar and I didn't get to see the last two people, as I had already made it through the door. I climb the stairs letting the pain set in from my 2 mile jog this morning before my workout.

Being a female pilot I have to stay on top, so nobody takes my place. It's easier for males to take my place, than it is for me to stay, and being physically fit plays a big role in staying on top. I love to PT in the morning, as it's become something I've learned to embrace, enjoying the pain it brings to me afterwards. After all, pain is weakness leaving the body.

I look at the faded passage ways and become somewhat worried about what these new people think about me. A small pit in my stomach starts to become uneasy about the next few weeks. I wipe a few strands of hair from my vision, as I unlock my room to take my shower. Sighing I think, man I hope this goes well, I don't want to look stupid or something...