Post by Victoria Adaline Clarke on Apr 14, 2013 1:33:08 GMT
France 1941
The wind whipped at Victoria's face as she bailed from her aircraft. The young flight officer gritted her teeth irritably cursing under her breath as she floated towards the ground, "Shit..." she mumbled as the wind began to pick up. She struggled slightly with her parachute trying to guide it towards an open field.
Instead the wind blew her and her parachute farther behind enemy lines. It was just one simple ferry mission! she thought irritably.
Another whip of the wind and it blew her straight into a tree. Victoria struggled a bit trying to reach her knife to cut herself loose. As much as she struggled to get free, she just ended up entangling herself more into the tree.
"Ugh...blasted tree..."she grumbled trying to keep her voice level to a minimum.
It would take a miracle for her to get out from enemy lines safely. If she could....if only she could. Perhaps she made the wrong choice deciding to help out in the war effort. The young Flight Officer hung her head, wait to accept her immanent defeat. She knew very well once she was spotted she would be shot on the spot.
Victoria was no stranger to the stories or rumors the other pilots were telling about how cruel the Germans can be. Cruel...she thought quietly, If I am caught I hope they would show me mercy and just kill me quickly. she thought.
Images flooded her mind as she began to think of what her brother's last moments might have been. She felt her whole body go cold. Was she scared?
"Don't be silly Victoria..." she reassured herself quietly, "You knew this was going to happen..." she muttered as her shoulders began to shake.
A branch snapped in the distance causing her to jerk her head towards the general direction. Victoria quickly covered her mouth to muffle a frightened gasp. She hung there quietly, her heart pounding wildly against her chest like the flutter of wings of a bird trying to escape it's cage. The sound of her heart rung in her ears as the footsteps got closer. Within seconds she found herself asking God to help her...to hide her. Anything so to see the Yorkshire again.
The wind whipped at Victoria's face as she bailed from her aircraft. The young flight officer gritted her teeth irritably cursing under her breath as she floated towards the ground, "Shit..." she mumbled as the wind began to pick up. She struggled slightly with her parachute trying to guide it towards an open field.
Instead the wind blew her and her parachute farther behind enemy lines. It was just one simple ferry mission! she thought irritably.
Another whip of the wind and it blew her straight into a tree. Victoria struggled a bit trying to reach her knife to cut herself loose. As much as she struggled to get free, she just ended up entangling herself more into the tree.
"Ugh...blasted tree..."she grumbled trying to keep her voice level to a minimum.
It would take a miracle for her to get out from enemy lines safely. If she could....if only she could. Perhaps she made the wrong choice deciding to help out in the war effort. The young Flight Officer hung her head, wait to accept her immanent defeat. She knew very well once she was spotted she would be shot on the spot.
Victoria was no stranger to the stories or rumors the other pilots were telling about how cruel the Germans can be. Cruel...she thought quietly, If I am caught I hope they would show me mercy and just kill me quickly. she thought.
Images flooded her mind as she began to think of what her brother's last moments might have been. She felt her whole body go cold. Was she scared?
"Don't be silly Victoria..." she reassured herself quietly, "You knew this was going to happen..." she muttered as her shoulders began to shake.
A branch snapped in the distance causing her to jerk her head towards the general direction. Victoria quickly covered her mouth to muffle a frightened gasp. She hung there quietly, her heart pounding wildly against her chest like the flutter of wings of a bird trying to escape it's cage. The sound of her heart rung in her ears as the footsteps got closer. Within seconds she found herself asking God to help her...to hide her. Anything so to see the Yorkshire again.
