DESCRIPTION
Story of the highs and lows of life. What people lose in their attempts to create peace, but also what they gain. Sometimes, people are happier and more fulfilled when instead of seeking avenge, they learn to live their life for themselves. Some don't learn before it is too late... So much can happen, in Summertime. [597 words]
Ever since I was little, at the beginning of summertime, I would run to the tiny window at the front of our house, clamber onto the ledge and push my cheek up against the glass to get as close to the sun as I could before I was allowed to play outside. We never had heating. In winter it snowed. So I loved and appreciated every minute of summer. Whenever I left the house, I was directed to stay in eyesight of mum. I was never allowed to roam around my neighbourhood like the other kids, we both knew it was safe, but it had always been this way since dad died. I never objected.
Mum never cried. Not even when she found out about dad. I was four when it happened; all I was told was that dad wasn�t coming home for a very long time. It wasn�t till I was eight that I was told his life had been lost at war; his body blown apart by a grenade. At eight I decided I would join the army. At 17, I did.
So now I am travelling at 750 km/h, 70,000 feet above earth. I am flying high to stay out of the way � I am here as a reserve. My best friend Fliss is on a high-risk mission, she�s aiming to stop terrorists cross the border. If USAF radio in and I have to go down, I will know something has gone wrong. I begged her not to go but she wouldn�t listen, so instead I surprised her by volunteering too. I would rather fight and risk my life right now, then glide above the action - worrying that today I may lose one of the most important people in my life.
I was leaning my cheek on the window next to me, feeling the cool from outside and reminiscing about the days when I was little. I miss mum, it�s been 11 years since I have seen her and three since I�ve heard her voice. She doesn�t know much about me and I don�t know much about her anymore. The radio bleeped and I flinched, losing control for a moment and then steadying the aircraft again. I picked up the receiver and spoke �Leslie Hill speaking, Sir�. �Hill, there has been an accident with Fliss Hartnett, I need you to take her place down below, is everything functioning in the Hawk?� I wiped away my tears and replied, �Yes sir, everything is fine, over and out.� I bit my lip and steered the plane sharply down, I spotted the enemy almost straight away, my heart beating faster. I drove right down then pulled up just before the water - shooting vertically above me. I moved the Hawk to the right, dodging a falling plane I�d hit. I kept using this technique; it worked for three more planes, I had one to go. Then I got shot, another pilot took the enemy out, but I was already spinning down, out of control. I squeezed my eyes shut and placed my cheek up against the glass, feeling the cool from outside, praying.
When I awoke, I yelled �Mummy! Daddy!� I put my hands around their necks and pulled them towards me, giving them a big hug. I then gently pushed them away and jumped out of bed, running towards the tiny window at the front of our house; I clambered onto the ledge and pressed my cheek to the glass, feeling the warmth of the sun from outside - it was summertime.
Submit Your Review for Summertime Is Always Warm
Required fields are marked with (*). Your e-mail address will not be displayed.