YA2020 I wanted to fly

When I had my first waking thought I knew something had gone wrong simply because I could remember.

The deal is seven times and then you move on to the next level. No one ever explained to me exactly what the next level was or why I should go there if I am perfectly happy the way things work already.

Yes I know progress is supposed to be a human goal but what if I do not want to "progress" ?

Maybe a little history for those who are interested.

I was flying a Folker Tri-Plane in France and had 14 kills but on this day my life ended when Eddy Rickenbacker came out of the sun and with a lucky or skillful shot hit my plane and my body with several rounds fired from his machine guns. Everything went dark and after my Life's review I chose to come back and be born again to fly in the next war that was called World War Two.

My childhood was normal for the times and I did not remember anything about flying in France or Rickenbacker's golden BB that killed me. Like most people I was caught up in the hate and Nationalism when my country was attacked at Pearl Harbor.

I joined the Navy and off to flight school I went. The instructors said I was a natural and even offered me to stay and teach but... I had the Eagle in my eye and I wanted revenge, so I refused and ended up being sent to the Pacific as a Naval Aviator flying the F4-U after a short stint flying an F6F. I had several missions and was successful (I did not get killed) until one fateful day during a huge furball (18 Zero's and 4 F4-Us) where we got our butts kicked. I survived the encounter but on the way back to base the engine quit and I had to ditch in the Pacific. I would much rather be shot than eaten by a bunch of sharks so at the point where I could not stand the pain any longer my last bullet in my service revolver was fired into my own head. I hope a shark broke a tooth on the bullet.

Another life review and I chose to be reborn to some middle class parents and fly in the next patriotic war called Vietnam. I flew Helicopters and even though the odds were against me I survived and was even given a fixed wing transition as a reward (?) so now I was an instructor and an Examiner in both Helicopters and Fixed wing aircraft (I gave check rides to everyone if they wanted to maintain their flying status).

After a few years back in the States I volunteered to go back to Asia and was on a intelligence mission over Laos when a Chinese anti aircraft battalion fired 4 missiles at my aircraft that I was unable to avoid. I was killed during the initial explosion and to be honest that was better than riding a burning bird down to the ground and becoming a crispy critter.

I already had 4 other lives before my death in Laos so that was my big number “7” but..... I wanted to go back and fly...... so after my life review, unfortunately, I did not get to choose (punishment?) where or when for my next life.

My first memory was of darkness and warmness punctuated by subdued light and not so warm. I tried to move and was able to squirm but I was always restricted in my movements. How long I remained there I do not know but there came a time when I became so hungry that I knew if I did not escape I would die. Suddenly in a moment of clarity I realized I was a damn bird in an egg.. I hope my pecker (or whatever you call that thing on the front of my face) is hard enough to break the shell so I can get the hell out of here !

The End until I can get out of here !

Really loved your exciting tale-certainly some different twists. You must be a pilot detailing the planes, etc.

Looking forward to the next chapter. Well written-entertaining-edge of my seat fun.

a reply to: 727Sky

Your love of all things avionic shines through in your well-written story.

Nice twist at the end though... surely the gift of flight can't be seen as a punishment to someone like you!

a reply to: 727Sky

Nice story with a happy twist!

a reply to: 727Sky

But at least you'll get to fly once more....

That was a nice twist towards the end... I liked it.


Johnny

originally posted by: Floridadreamin
Really loved your exciting tale-certainly some different twists. You must be a pilot detailing the planes, etc.

Looking forward to the next chapter. Well written-entertaining-edge of my seat fun.

Very kind of you to reply and I am glad you found it entertaining..

originally posted by: Lumenari
a reply to: 727Sky

Your love of all things avionic shines through in your well-written story.

Nice twist at the end though... surely the gift of flight can't be seen as a punishment to someone like you!

You are correct but there is a problem if you do not worms, bugs, or bloody meat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.. I am still undecided on what type bird I am ... I first thought of a Falcon and then an Eagle... My luck I will be a Sparrow ! hahha

thanks for the reply and reading.

originally posted by: DBCowboy
a reply to: 727Sky

Nice story with a happy twist!

I never thought you of all people would think me becoming a bird brain was a happy anything !!

How is that stopped smoking working out for you ? I hope you hang in there as some have tried and many have failed.. I think I am a Buzzard ?

a reply to: 727Sky



Day 9, and still a miserable bastard.

a reply to: 727Sky

I Love Your Take on My Theme! Yah it's Me Syx. Password Probs has Me using this Nick for now. Anyways, I loved Your Tale. Gave Me A Good Chuckle at the End! (Am Still Grinnin'!)

AHHH that ending was great sky.
Such comedic relief placed perfectly.
Really enjoyed the story.

P.S have you gotten out yet?

originally posted by: SupermassiveBlackHOLE
AHHH that ending was great sky.
Such comedic relief placed perfectly.
Really enjoyed the story.

P.S have you gotten out yet?

Yep I finally got out and my eyes are now working...Without going into the details I have discovered I am a Swift and have got my feathers and have started to fly.

Mom and Dad are very caring in a bird sort of way and I have found that there is not a flying insect alive I can not catch ...Yum Yum ! My past life memories are fading away as I suppose there is only so much a bird brain can hold ?

Thanks for reading and the reply... There are many good stories this time around.