This is my fifth mission, and my last mission. I can finally go home and grab my beautiful wife and and hold on to her and never let her go. The bomber vibrates hard as we make our way over Hungary. I cant stop thinking of Betty. Her heart warming smile and her gentle touch that causes these funny tingling sensations in my ear lobes. I am almost home sweetheart. The inside of the B-24 smells of exhaust and impending death. There are a dozen five hundred pound bombs that are going to send a lot of poor bastards to meet their maker. I tell myself they deserve to die, but in my heart, I know this isn't true.

   We are getting closer now. My palms start to sweat. I place my soaking wet hand on the bay release. I speak to Godm " Lord...please forgive me for what I am about to do." I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and pull down on the release. " I am a death dealer Lord." The bomb bay doors fly open, releasing a suprise package of instantaneous death. The bombs hit and they hit hard, right on target. The orange explosions scatter across the terrain illuminating the sky, like fireworks on Independence Day.

   I look Rick, he is still celebrating within himself on a perfect strike. He looks at me, smiles, and gives me a thumbs up, but I dont know what for. I yell to him, " just get us home Rick! Just get us Home!"

   It wasnt much longer after those words were said that our bomber was hit. We should of thought that after five times of unleashing complete mayhem and destruction on this country that eventualy they would smack us with an anti-aircraft missle. It is hit hard and both Rick and I know we are not landing this bomber in the traditional manner. The main engine is out, and we are going down fast in a a downward spiral. I guess its time for us to meet our maker as well. The windshield is covered in a thick, black smoke and all the alarms are going off in the cockpit like we dont  know that we are completely ****. The instruments in the cockpit are spinning and twirling like they are trying to save their lives as well.

   Rick and I look at eachother like we are already attending eachothers funerals. Neither one us utter a single word. We know what we have to do.

   I grab the lever and hold it tight with my sweat soaked hand. I close my eyes tight and feel my heart sink so deeply into my stomach that I feel like I have just finished a big steak. I prayed I would never have to do this. I count to three and pull lever. My body shoots into the sky like a goddamn rocket. Everything is a flash. I cant hear anything but the deafening sound of the Earth's atmosphere as I tear through it with a vengence.

   I frantically search for my rip-chord. I feel my hand go past it and it takes me a few seconds to feel it again. I try to grip it but I cant get a hold of it. I start to fear I will not be able to yank it in time. Every second I waste I become miles closer to the ground. I finally feel my finger go through the hole. I wrap my palm around the finger and pull.

   The chute opens up and unfolds into a mushroom cloud like shape. It is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.

   After the chute catches it yanks me up hard and in seconds I am drifting slowly and calmly towards Earth and the country that I have just bombed the living hell out of. I start to think of Betty. I see her in her green cocktail dress that always stopped my heart. She is wearing that beautiful smile and mixing drinks for us and all of our friends in our backyard. I am not sure where the hell I am going to land but Ido know that there is a good chance that whoever finds me just watched their home and loved ones explode into pieces.

   I love you Betty, and I cant wait to see you, in this life, or the next.