“Delta, Able, Bravo…” a hissing sound accompanied the panicked words that transmitted over the radio.
“Captain!” the radio operator called. “Our fighter plane is going down! He’s yelling the code!”
The captain shook his head as the plane whizzed before his eyes. Suddenly it dropped, crumpling in a heap on the grass.
The captain and the entire Air Force knelt by the wreck and peered at the plastic figurine standing in as the pilot. He lay sprawled on the ground just inches from his flimsy aircraft of old cereal box.
The captain pointed a grubby finger. “Yup, he’s definitely dead.”
--- You should have seen my Mom’s face when she came home from the Christmas party. The kitchen counter was completely cleared off, every...
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