You remember who you are.
You have a name- Joe Campbell. You remember growing up in Queens/NewYork/America, a series of place memory/thoughts that are even now hopelessly entangled in your mind. Your family was never rich- not even in your earliest days, when it seemed like everybody else was. When the Depression hit, your parents were lucky; they kept their jobs, and your life stayed much the same.
You remember reading about the mysterious Rocketeer, that heroic figure who could fly through the air faster than any plane. At the time, you wished you could do the same... and then the war started. Like all the young men in your neighborhood, you enlisted. Unlike them, you went into the Air Corps, instead of the Army.
Then you met a man named Cliff Secord, and your life changed forever.
By 1942, you were First Lieutenant Joe Campbell, First Aerial Infantry, US Army Air Corps- not just a Rocketeer, but second-in-command of the entire force. You and the men rampaged across Europe, spoiling bombing after bombing after bombing. Each of you was an ace several times over, responsible for saving hundreds of Allied lives. Collectively, you were the nightmare of the Wehrmacht.
Then you took a bullet in the fuel tank over Munich. Your world turned to fire... and then you were here. Speaking of here, you wonder, where is here... and what in God's name is going on?
What do you do?
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
You have a name- Joe Campbell. You remember growing up in Queens/NewYork/America, a series of place memory/thoughts that are even now hopelessly entangled in your mind. Your family was never rich- not even in your earliest days, when it seemed like everybody else was. When the Depression hit, your parents were lucky; they kept their jobs, and your life stayed much the same.
You remember reading about the mysterious Rocketeer, that heroic figure who could fly through the air faster than any plane. At the time, you wished you could do the same... and then the war started. Like all the young men in your neighborhood, you enlisted. Unlike them, you went into the Air Corps, instead of the Army.
Then you met a man named Cliff Secord, and your life changed forever.
By 1942, you were First Lieutenant Joe Campbell, First Aerial Infantry, US Army Air Corps- not just a Rocketeer, but second-in-command of the entire force. You and the men rampaged across Europe, spoiling bombing after bombing after bombing. Each of you was an ace several times over, responsible for saving hundreds of Allied lives. Collectively, you were the nightmare of the Wehrmacht.
Then you took a bullet in the fuel tank over Munich. Your world turned to fire... and then you were here. Speaking of here, you wonder, where is here... and what in God's name is going on?
What do you do?
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.