Nur Für Dich is the telltale love story between two pilots."
I twisted my head around when I heard a male voice begin to scream and yell at me. "Get up you lazy little girl!" His voice tore through my heart like a hot knife. I knew something was not right. The sun scorched my face, which was partially covered by my wad of disheveled hair. "Get over here!" The voice called as I began to run. The man was familiar to me, but appeared different. This man had a very bad temperament, which was easy to see. Needless to say, I am stuck here flying dirty old rust buckets back and forth between point A and point B. I am stuck here dealing with some highly arrogant, toxic men that hate me. Being a female in a man's world -aviation- has been rough. I love flying so dealing with the men is nothing. Being stationed at a completely new base has been foreign, yet intrusive. The people here do not like me one single bit. The days seem to be getting tougher and tougher. I guess I can say that I have a little bit of comfort within the planes themselves. "Run faster!" The officer yelled at me.
I practiced and rehearsed what I was going to say in my head. Part of me felt confident and part of me felt like a disheveled mess that wasn't worth anything. The officers around here show no remorse, especially when they find out I am a female pilot. They seem to have a little tantrum when they find out the final beans that need to be spilled. "I am so sorry, sir." Was all I would spit out without sounding like a scaredy cat.
He looked at me with his pearl blue eyes. The uniform he wore was a black long sleeve shirt that covered down below his bottom. His pants were a dark navy blue that reminded me of the United States flag. His hair was a buzz cut that made him seem like he was on the way to becoming bald. He did look somewhat attractive, but his rude demeanor and defensive attitude just killed it all. "You were supposed to be here three minutes ago! The sergeant wants you in his office."
When he said those words I panicked immediately. The Sargent's office? "Oh, yes sir..." I couldn't sass back or else I'd lose my spot as a pilot, which would tear me to pieces. I also did not feel like doing push-ups. Who does anyway? Sometimes I felt like a glorified caretaker that held a driver's license -at least that is how they saw me. The officer looked deep into my soul causing me to blush a little. "Go! He's waiting. Don't be a jerk and go."
I wouldn't budge in my tracks, I could not physically move. My body began to tremble because I have no one. There is no one to save me or to bail me out of this. I was drafted, which means I was forced to continue in the war. I pretend to be all strong and confident, but deep down I feel like I'm nothing but a weak case. "Right, I'm sorry sir."
The officer began to walk me over to the office building on the north side of the base. His hand began to clench my arm as we neared. "Now, don't mess this up little girl."
My face had to have reddened at his arrogant comment. I could feel the fleshy skin turn from pale white to a tomato red. "I will not, please just trust me."
When he finally let go I could feel the blood return to my arm. When that occured it felt as if thousands of pins and needles were digging into my flesh. The officer nudged me into the sergeant's office and left. "You know..." the sergeant began. "With this war waging we have had to make some decisions. Open this letter because this is your call of duty. Go home, get ready, and get your butt back here to the base by tomorrow morning at 6:40 AM." Just like the officer, the sergeant had deep blue eyes. His hair is brown instead of black. He had to be twenty years older than me.
What does he mean by 'call of duty?' That's exactly the problem with this war waging all over the world. I've been worried about deployment for a while now. This just might be the end. "Sir, yes sir!" I responded as I shut the door behind me. The door made a squeaking noise as it came in contact with the lip of the wall. I am quite sure some individuals were very concerned regarding this matter.
As I was walking down the corridor to go home I ran into another officer. His name on the tag said 'Anderson'. He was somewhat tall, but a perfect height. I immediately took notice towards his perfect eyes that shone bright in the sunlight that peeked through the corridor. He had longer dark brown hair that barely touched the top fold of his ears. His hair really did compliment the sharp structure of his facial appearance. I noticed he was a lieutenant. It appeared that Anderson was not too much older than me. According to my classification, maybe by two or three years. I didn't notice much more about him until he turned around and helped me up off the cold, hard ground. "I'm so sorry Lieutenant." I tried to apologize in the kindest manner that I could.
His warm hand reached out and pulled me up off the ground so effortlessly. "It's alright ma'm. Actually, you don't have to be sorry because that was my fault. I was not paying attention." His deep eyes stared into mine. I could feel the redness creeping into my cheeks. He looked really good in his uniform, as it complimented his figure really well. There were absolutely no flaws in him or the uniform. "I'm sorry, I should be asking what your name is. I have not seen you around here."
"Marion." That was all I could choke up at first. "Marion Wright. I just got transferred here two weeks ago. I'm the one flying some of these planes around. As for you Mr. Anderson, you're the only guy here who has been kind to me, so thanks."
He took my hand and looked it over to make sure I was alright. "Oh, that is awesome. I am a pilot as well. I know, the people here are so grouchy and rude. They want nothing but gain. I'm Jack, Jack Anderson." He held out his hand so I shook it. People like him give me hope in both the world and this country. With communism spreading fast throughout the west I cannot stop thinking about the outcomes. These harsh outcomes could really terminate the best countries in the world so to speak. At this point the ideology was moving towards the west, the east, the north, and the south. There was no escaping it, it is here to torment. It almost reminds me of what my great grandparents had to endure... their harsh stories about that war... the Second World War.
My eyes wandered to his ranking pins. "Lieutenant, huh?" I thought I would draw attention to something else. These military people are so stubborn, but this guy seems to be the opposite. With each second of interaction I was able to tell that he was easing into the conversation a lot better and it wasn't as awkward. Maybe he was just trying to be nice to me because the surrounding areas had a plentiful amount of security cameras.
"Yes." Was all he said at first. I caught him glancing out at the planes lined up on the apron. Each plane was parked so perfectly along the yellow and white lines marked on the asphalt. I rapidly counted each plane and took a final tally of twenty and five. "I'm getting deployed tomorrow. I see that you have a letter in your hand. That's most likely what that means."
I tried walking a little while watching his actions. My leg hurt quite a bit, but I determined that I was fine. "Deployed? They gave that short of notice. I guess that they have already had 150,000 soldiers die. I mean, what is this anyway? Can't people keep the peace? I guess not. This whole communist thing has me for a loop." I paused and thought about what words I would say. "Right, I do have a letter from the sergeant. That's what you got too?" I felt the wrinkled letter in my jacket pocket. At that moment I was reminded of all possible outcomes... death.
He paced back and forth a little. "Affirmative. It is ridiculous, I know. I got the letter this morning. I'll be fighting frontlines. I'll probably die. The allegiance group are fighters. They don't want anyone to survive. America seems to be on her own because of what happened last year. It appears that communism spreads here a little too fast. That's why they didn't want to put us on the militia law, but that ended up happening. That's when everything broke loose. I don't want to fight anymore, but we're ordered to." His voice was filled with emotion, which caused me to somewhat tear up. I walked closer to him and just gave him a hug. I knew both of us needed it. His arms wrapped around my back and I did the same to him. I managed to touch his hair, but we had to break the hug before some other bullhead of an officer came squandering by. It felt good to hug him, especially since we were both feeling the same way.
My brain couldn't find words because I was still stuck hugging him. He was the first officer that actually cared for both me and my well-being. Most of the people here in this country are doing anything to gain power, so they will put anyone and everyone down. This officer was both kind and attractive in every way possible. "Right, I'm sorry." I figured I'd apologize to try to get away with what I just did. That seems to be a habit of mine. It was just a habit I picked up from when I was a younger toddler.
"No, no, don't be sorry. I needed that hug too. No one is that kind to me anymore either." His eyes wandered across my lonely and broken face. His compassionate eyes looked into my soul as his mouth ran on, "Listen, I think we may be going to Germany. I snuck in and took notes of the Commander's lecture he was giving everyone." Germany? Why the heck would they send us there? All of the thoughts running through my small brain were very confusing. Ideas became mixed up and jumbled because they didn't make any sense at all. From a logical sense I could not physically believe what was running through my mind.
"Uhm." I thought for a moment so I could choose my words wisely. "Why Germany?" I asked. The only reason why would be because it's an easy cross target to get to the surrounding areas.
That was exactly what this young officer explained to me, so that must be true. The thing is that there are just too many lies being told. People are justifying the idea and concept of blind siding. That is not good at all because it is hurting so many people that could be doing so much good in the world. I guess that's just the new society now. Whatever happens I am not standing for the communists, or even the other things that go against my morals. I just don't like being in the military because I seemingly have to fight against my personal beliefs. It's been crazy hard not to just rebel, but if I did that would get me shot in the head. After, they would make sure that my body dropped dead. Not good. Falling short is never an option either. My body has become incredibly painful over the past week due to extensive training before my most likely deployment.
The officer looked at my face over again and took hold of my cold hand. "You know, if I am able to come with you I swear to protect you. I don't want to fight either. This is not fair because it goes against what I believe." He looked around to make sure that no one would see us talking together. Lo and behold the long corridors were empty. There were no traces of humans anywhere in the long hallway. It almost put off such a vibe that it was extremely creepy.
The thoughts on my mind specifically went crazy for a moment after he said that. This man just vowed to protect me? Not just that, but an officer with a higher rank than I. "I will too. You know, it's hard to find people that do that anymore, right? That's exactly how I'm feeling inside too. Jake, thank you." I said as my eyes wandered the corridor yet again while taking in the musty aroma of the hallway. Each passing second must have been the equivalent to the time it takes to travel one light year in a P-51 Mustang.
I also should mention how much this apparent war has stricken me. My family is all gone. I have grudges about that, but I have not dealt comfortably with them. I may eventually get to the point where I am able to talk about it, but for now it's a no. I'm stuck here. I'm supposed to be fighting against my beliefs with the country, but I don't want to do that at all. If I show any rebellion, then I'd most likely end up dead. How does that make me feel? Absolutely sick. It just hurts, the unknown.
Anderson looked up from the ground and gave a nervous chuckle. "Not a problem, just don't fret." His eyes glistened in the sun, which made his smile even more memorable.
I leaned my tired body up against the wall of corridor 9E. "Sure. If we are on the same route... I know this sounds totally irrational and stupid, but would you possibly want to run away and escape?" Escaping was the only way to get out of my forced militia service dedicated to the United States Air Force. Each night I brainstormed what to do, and this was the only thing I could come up with.
His jaw dropped to the ground. The expression on his face was unforgettable -it was priceless. "Marion, that is a sin in the eyes of the military. If you abandon and go awol then that is not going to end pretty. They will kill you if they find out. You really want to do that?" His voice was so kind and quiet. He seemed to be a man that was just like me.
I found myself looking down the corridor again to make sure no other egotistical officers were present. "Thought about it." I uttered very faintly. "I know it's dangerous, but at least I would die trying."
He began again, "Right. If we are on the same route I will help you then. I don't wanna die in battle. I don't know anything about anything anymore. I'm not supposed to even be talking to you. Anyways... It's been nice meeting you Marion. I have to go before the commander spots me." He found himself hugging me again. I found it quite strange how he just cares for me this much. I guess we are in the same boat, so we can comprehend. I watched down the long corridor 9E until the officer disappeared out of sight. My mind realized I was alone, alone yet again.