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Dowly · 01-07-08, 09:56 AM

Valletta, Malta
July, 1940

Six weeks... six weeks since we got here.... God, why cant I remember anything off it?
I open my eyes, but only see black. What is happening? Am I blind? Dead maybe? I start to panic.
As I rise to sit, I feel a sting of pain in my forehead that quickly flushes down to the back of my head.
I groan audibly, the pain is overwhelming. THUNG THUNG THUNG! Like someone's pounding my skull with a sledgehammer
from inside. I lay back down.

"How are we doing today, flyboy?"

Her voice is soft and calm.

"Who are you? Am I dead? Are you an angel?"

I hear her giggle.

"Do we have to go through this everyday, flyboy? You've asked those exact same questions, everyday, for the past
two weeks. So, once again, I am a nurse, no you are not dead, yes, my name Aniela means angel."

"Nurse? So, I am in hospital? What has happened? Why cant I see? Am I blind? Please, tell me!"

I feel her hand on my arm.

"Now, calm down, flyboy. You were wounded two and half weeks ago. For what I overheard the other pilots talk,
you got hit to your canopy, which shattered glass all over your face. You bailed out and got picked up half an hour
later from the sea. You really were lucky there, it's a miracle your eyes were saved. So, now that we got that over
with, lets go back to my original question. How are you feeling today?"

Shot down!? It takes me few minutes to get my mouth open.

"M... My head is sore", I struggle to get the words out.

"Very well, that is expected. Doctor said he'll come to check your wounds later today and if everything looks fine,
we'll get rid of that bandage. Now, I must go attend to other patients. I'll come and check on you after the doctor's visit. Try to get some rest, flyboy."

I hear her steps fade away just before I pass out.

01-07-08, 09:56 AM	#1
Dowly Lucky Jack Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Finland Posts: 25,005 Downloads: 32 Uploads: 0	"Angel of Malta" (Another AAR) Valletta, Malta July, 1940 Six weeks... six weeks since we got here.... God, why cant I remember anything off it? I open my eyes, but only see black. What is happening? Am I blind? Dead maybe? I start to panic. As I rise to sit, I feel a sting of pain in my forehead that quickly flushes down to the back of my head. I groan audibly, the pain is overwhelming. THUNG THUNG THUNG! Like someone's pounding my skull with a sledgehammer from inside. I lay back down. "How are we doing today, flyboy?" Her voice is soft and calm. "Who are you? Am I dead? Are you an angel?" I hear her giggle. "Do we have to go through this everyday, flyboy? You've asked those exact same questions, everyday, for the past two weeks. So, once again, I am a nurse, no you are not dead, yes, my name Aniela means angel." "Nurse? So, I am in hospital? What has happened? Why cant I see? Am I blind? Please, tell me!" I feel her hand on my arm. "Now, calm down, flyboy. You were wounded two and half weeks ago. For what I overheard the other pilots talk, you got hit to your canopy, which shattered glass all over your face. You bailed out and got picked up half an hour later from the sea. You really were lucky there, it's a miracle your eyes were saved. So, now that we got that over with, lets go back to my original question. How are you feeling today?" Shot down!? It takes me few minutes to get my mouth open. "M... My head is sore", I struggle to get the words out. "Very well, that is expected. Doctor said he'll come to check your wounds later today and if everything looks fine, we'll get rid of that bandage. Now, I must go attend to other patients. I'll come and check on you after the doctor's visit. Try to get some rest, flyboy." I hear her steps fade away just before I pass out.