Years of Revelation B3, Ch 3Book 3: September 1st, 1939 Dover, England
"William, can you check and see if Lara is still asleep," asked Crista from the bathroom shower. "Yeah," replied William as he finished buttoning up his shirt. He walked down the hall and cracked the door open to Lara's room. He peaked his head in through the door to see the toddler still lying under the covers in her crib, with the binky still in her mouth. He pulled his head back through the door and shut the door slowly.
William wondered down the hall and down the stairs. He looked down the stairs ahead of him to see the mail being dropped in through the mail slot. He picked up the mail off the floor and walked into the kitchen. He noticed there was nothing but junk mail in the pile. He set the pile of mail down on the counter and grabbed a coffee cup from the hanger above the stove.
William filled the coffee cup with the coffee sitting in the pot on the stove. He wandered back over to the table and just had a chance to sit
Years of Revelation B3, Ch 2Book 3: April 19, 1939 Dover, England
"What in the bloody hell is that," asked Jeff to the Chief Air Marshal. William laughed as he heard Jeff's remark. The squadron gazed upon the new fighter plane with amusement. The sleek body of the plane glimmered off the sun light shining through the hanger doors. The plane looked much thinner and taller than the Lysander planes the Naval Air Service had been using. The wings protruded from the sides of the plane, with a cockpit that looked like a bump on the top.
"That lads, is a Curtiss P-40 Warhawk. Made fresh off the lines from the United States," said the chief with a proud tone of voice. The squadron laughed to themselves. "Looks like an anvil with wings and a prop," replied Jeff.
"More like a knife with wings," said the chief. William walked over to the plane and climbed up the stairs to the cockpit, while the squadron surrounded the plane and looked over every detail. "Makes sense that the yanks make a plane like this. Th
Years of Revelation B3, Ch 1Book 3: March 25th, 1939 Dover, England
William stood at the desk of the Marshal, with his hat held in his hands. "You wished to see me sir," asked William to the Chief Air Marshal.
"Yes. I have good news for you Commander Gunis. You have been promoted to Group Captain." The Marshal set a paper down on the desk facing William.
"Congratulations, Pilot." The Marshal stood up from his chair and presented his hand. William felt stunned. The grin on his face grew wide as he looked up to the Marshal.
"Thank you sir!" He shook his hand with excitement. William then nudged his head to the air field, "May I sir?" The Marshal sat back down at his desk and looked outside the window of his office to see the planes on the base.
"Very well, Captain." They both smiled once more to each other, and then William stood at attention and saluted to the Chief Air Marshal.
William ran out onto the air field from the head office over to hanger 3. He saw some of his fellow pilots sitting on cr
Years of Revelation B1, Ch 5
Book1: August 31st, 1939 Warsaw, Poland
"Another lovely dinner with the women of my life." Jozef and Celestyn both walked along the sidewalk, with the cool summer's night all around them. Celestyn held Jozefs hand loosely as she looked up to the night sky.
"I wish we would see the stars tonight." "We may be able to see them later on tonight."
Jozef and Celestyn both stopped in front of the red apartment building.
"Can you stay the night," asked Jozef. "I really should be home to help my parents open up in the morning." Jozef tugged on her hand with a pitiful look upon his face.
"I'll tell you what. We'll set the clock for 5 in the morning, and I'll walk you back. Sound good?" Celestyn looked down to the sidewalk for a moment and thought about the idea. She looked back up to Jozef and smiled through her stringy brown hair. "Alright."
'Ring ring ring ring ring.' Jozef looked over at the alarm clock with his eyes