Natalie.
Mid Course
Nat continued her flight training, moving onto more
powerful aircraft, flying on and passing her Basic with ease. Next was a fast
prop plane from America. It handled like a Mustang. Her instructor was in the
back seat. Natalie was up front, alone fighter style.
Her first flight nearly killed them. The roaring
engine stopped dead. Engine failure at six thousand feet brought silence. She
took control. Pushing the nose down not to stall, Nat made a decision: to land
the plane on the Pampas grass. It would save them all. Her instructor kept an
eye on his pupil. They should have jumped when there was height to.
The grey green trainer floated like a bird over the
huge plain. Nat dropped the nose and flaps and picked a spot. One time lucky.
Earth and plane serenely kissed, a song bird alighting a flower. Nat had done
it! They were down in one piece, with no damage. Long Pampas grass cushioned
their plane.
Nat's instructor knew she would breeze through flight
school. Her next fifteen flights were fun. Dog fights, formation flying and
navigation. Then the jet! Did Natalie think engine failure was an attempt on
her life? To silence her anti government songs? Would the loss of a flight
instructor be acceptable? A bullet in her pretty head would be far simpler. Or
the other way.
They who watched her let her fly. When Natalie passed
her fast prop course with flying colours, They allowed her to live. For now.
She could be used, manipulated and sent to war where she would no doubt die.
They ruled like Nazis. Some had been in a previous life.
Fast jets beckoned and Nat moved up to a cool Italian
aircraft. Fast looking and stylishly designed. On her first flight Nat knew she
would go to war. A gut feeling told her. Her instructor showed her how to evade
a fictitious enemy by rolling, turning and diving, then climbing. Finally
getting on his tail and killing him. He let her loop and roll the advanced jet.
Thirty more jet flights followed, strenuous in every
way. High speed flight was dangerous. Another pilot crashed. Finally Nat passed
and got her wings. At the passing out parade, she was told what warplane she
would fly. It was the American A-4B Skyhawk. Natalie wanted the fast French
Mirage but so did everyone else. Now she was committed, personal thoughts or
not.
