Burn Or Jump?

 

 

Burn Or Jump?

While the flames were burning he thought of her. Only of her. Soon he would be with her if he stayed here. Three miles above the earth in a burning bomber plane. The Lancaster on fire and he had no parachute. Soon the bomber would explode or burn up. Either way he was screwed. Should he jump out into the freezing air? He would escape the flames and heat. He would fall at terminal velocity and hit the ground then be reunited with here. Even if she left him and treated him badly then died. He still loved her. That was all that mattered.

 

In the last few seconds the flames got worse, louder. Louder than the engines which still spun at full power. I have to get out of here! Now my love Larna. Soon now. He went to the hatch. A cabin window suddenly blew in and flames and smoke entered. Now, I go now. He kicked the hatch open with effort.

 

War is Hell. Ask any soldier who had served or been shot at.