Never coming home

August 8th, New York, Air Force Academy

Gerard's POV.


"Well Lieutenant Way, you really did outdone yourself this time..."
The voice sounded far away. It was like I was at the bottom of a well and someone was talking with me from above.
I tried to open my eyes, but it was too painful. I groaned at the sound of that annoying voice and tried to ignore it. Maybe I was dreaming.
Someone pulled my covers back, "Oh no you don't! You're already late for briefing! Get you're drunken ass out of that bed!"
It was Mikey. Mikey was the one trying to get me out of bed.
"Wait a second. Bed? How am I in bed? How did I get here?"
I try to open my eyes again. When I finally manage, I realize that I'm actually in bed, in the officers dorm. I still have the same clothes I had last night, but no shoes. I try to get up, but my head spins and I give up laying my head on the pillow again.
"What happened?" I ask Mikey, my voice was hoarse
"You made a fool of yourself again, that's what happened." He sounded angry, "Now get up and get ready. You need to be in the briefing in 5 minutes."
"Briefing?" I try to wrap my head around what was going on. I look over at the big clock in the wall in front of my bed. It says 5.55am. Briefing and training starts at 6.
"Fuck!!" I moan and jump out of bed, immediately regretting my actions, as my head starts spinning again and I feel like I'm about to throw up.
"I'll wait for you in the conference room. Hurry up." Mikey says, turning around and leaving.
I can't bring myself to look at him. He's mad at me, I don't need to look at him to know it.
I walk to the bathroom, trying to keep my balance by grabbing the closest sink. I stare at myself in the mirror, I look like shit.
Bits and pieces of last night start to come back and I remember what happend. I got waisted trying to find my courage to go and talk to the girl in the blue dress.
"Why did I do that?" I think to myself, "I'm normally so confident around girls. Why did I feel that this one was different?"
I had no way of answering that question. For some unknown reason, I felt that that girl wasn't going to be easy to talk to. Something about her told me that she wasn't like the other girls.
I spalsh some water on my face, trying to wake up. I still look horrible, I don't think that even a shower could cure the gigantic hungover I was feeling right now. Nevertheless, no harm in trying.

I showerd and dressed as fast as I could. The memories of last night were no clearer in my mind and all I could think about was how stupid I've must have looked.
"You're an idiot! A complete and utter idiot! You're probably never gonna see that girl again and you lost your chance by getting to know her, by getting drunk off your ass! Fucking idiot!"
I did the knot on my tie, and stared at myself in the mirror. My uniform was spotless, but I still looked like I've been beaten and kicked and thrown around.
"Well..." I sighed, "At least I won't see her again, I won't have to go through the enbarresment of knowing that she saw me puke right in front of her..."
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6:20am. Twenty minutes late. I'm going to get my ass kicked by my commanding officer and I knew it.
I try to enter the conference room as silently and invisible as I can, but a voice from the front reveals my presence,
"Glad you could join us Liutenant! I hope you're feeling better after the little puke show you put on last night..." Captain Jackson glares at me. If looks could kill, I would have been dead by now.
I don't answer, I just stare at him and swallow my own saliva, trying to think of something to say. I open my mouth but he snaps at me, "Sit your ass down now!"
He doesn't have to ask me twice. I walk over to where Mikey, Frank, Ray and Bob are sitting and sit down between Ray and Frank, trying to avoid Mikey's evil glares at me, at all costs.
"As I was saying, before Liutenant Way's interruption, today you're all going to meet our new liaison to Washington. She will be our connection and information provider of everything regarding what's happening in Europe. She's also going to be your new instructor. As part of her job, she spend some years in Japan, also as a government liaison between the two countries. She has learned a lot of valuable information about the enemies plan and machinery, planes included. When the war broke out, she had a price on her head, but our government pulled her out in time. That's why she's here. She's going to tell you everything about those planes. Apparently, there are this type of modern machinery that has never been seen before. She's going to teach you how to fly against them, out maneuver them, and bring them down."
A small knock on the door made the captain interrupt his speach. The door opens and everyone turns around to see who just came in.
"Ah Miss Williams," the captain says, "Please come in, I was just telling them about you."
The door closes, and I hear steps coming up to the front. A woman passes by me. She was wearing black high heels and a dark grey dress. Her hair was brown and wavy, but it was covering her face on the side I was looking. She looked young. Very young. Probably even younger than me. But that hair... Why does she look familiar, without even seeing her face.
She walks to the front, and shakes the captains hand, "I'm sorry I'm late captain, but an important phone call from Washington came through for me."
"No matter, I was just telling the men, what will be your job here. But I guess you can explain better than me. So please..." He gestured her to take his place and sat down behind a small desk in the corner of the room.
The woman turned around to face us and removed the hair out of her face with her hand.
My heart dropped, and my stomach turned again, making me feel nauseated again. It was her. The Angel from last night. The girl I was so desperate to talk to but ended up making a complete fool of myself.
I tried to hide my face, sinking into my chair and placing my hand on my forehead. I tried to make myself as invisible as humanly possible.
"Good morning gentlemen. My name is Margaret Williams. I'm the new Washington Liaison Agent for the academy. My job here is quit simple. Teach you everything there is to know about what you're up against. And may I tell you right now, you're up against a lot. My job will be to teach you how to fight the enemy. That's it. Nothing more, and nothing less. I will also be giving you information about what is happening across the Atlantic. The world is a mess right now, and even though the United States have not yet declared war, our government insist on the preparation of our forces. During my time here, I will also make weekly reports to Washington about what's happening inside of this academy, and the level of preparation of all pilots in it. Those of you I consider fit and ready for combat, will be given the chance to join the RAF in England for support, as they are in desperate need of it. I am not military, but that doesn't mean you'll treat me with less respect as you would a higher ranking officer. You will refer to me as Ma'am or Miss Williams. I am here to teach you gentlemen. Not to be you're friend. Are we cleared?"
She spoke with so much strenght in her voice, that no one would think that she looked young. She was as tough as any solider, and she clearly wasn't messing around. She stood in front of the conference room, looking like a soldier herself, standing incredibly straight, with her hands behind her back. Her face showed no emotion, not a single sign of doubt or fear.
The sound of "Yes Ma'am" flooded the room, but I kept quiet, still trying as hard as I could to stay out of sight. I didn't dare look directly at her afraid I might embarrass myself even further then I already had.
"Liutenant?" She calls, clearly talking to me, but I just pretend that she's not.
I hear footsteps that stop in front of me. I have no choice but to look up and see her, in all her beauty and strictness looking down at me. When I look up, a flash of emotion crosses her face. It only lasts for a second, but I could swear her lips twitched.
"When I adress myself to someone, I expect an answer. Is that clear?"
I swallow dry again, trying to speak. My eyes are wide, and I can feel myself blush. All eyes are on me. I could feel Mikey, Frank, Ray and Bob staring at me, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
I clear my throat, trying to speak again. I open my mouth and a small and weak "Yes Ma'am" comes out.
She stares at me for a second, then turns around and return to the front of the room. I'm still in shock about what just happend.
"If there aren't any questions," she said addressing the men again, "I inform you that during today, I'll be watching your training and talking to your commanding officers. By the end of the week, the first pilots chosen to go to England will be informed and asked if they want to accept the task. If you have any questions, my office is on the third floor, number 3.4A. You're dismissed."

I run out the door and go outside to catch some air. I light up a cigarette and try to calm myself down.
She was there. Right there in front of me, talking to me. I wasn't dreaming, that actually just happend. And I made a fool of myself again.
Now this is just my luck, not only did I get to see my Angel again, I made a complete fool of myself again, and she's my instructor.
"Fuck! Can this day get any better?"

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