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The USS Langley, the first American aircraft carrier, entered service in 1922. Despite being converted into an aircraft tender, it was the first step in a new direction for the US Navy and naval warfare. This book covers the design, development and operation of USN aircraft carriers built prior to World War II, including their aircraft and…
Have you ever seen the world through a pin hole? The further your eye gets from that pin hole the less you can see. The closer your eye is the more your surroundings become clear. That’s what I feel like right now. As soon as the news hit my ears I felt like I was looking at a distance through a pin hole. I could make nothing out, not shapes or colors. I got the illusion that I was at the bottom of a very deep well looking up into the sky.
I feel alone, scared and I feel panic. I’ve never felt those things before in succession and considering I’ve been in a war that I felt scared in speaks volumes. I hear screaming piercing my ears and I snap back to reality when I feel someone shaking me. It’s me…me who is screaming, screaming Ari’s name, me who lost their life the second she stepped onto that plane. And me who will never be the same again because my heart went with her
I’m free falling, from where I have no idea but I can feel the panic in my chest. I can feel the air being ripped out of my lungs as if it were never meant to be there. I’m not sure what’s happening but I know I feel alone. I’ve never felt this alone and that’s saying a lot considering my history. I could hear myself screaming but I got the feeling I was never heard. Typical; story of my life. What was the point in screaming, crying and showing emotion at all when no one bothered to hear you or even see you?
Who knew that in a split second life could change so drastically. One second you can be here and the within the blink of an eye be taken away from this place called life with so much unfinished business to handle. Destiny is written before we’re born and we have no way of knowing why we’re chosen to live or chosen to die in that split second. Who knew I would find out the meaning of life through death. Who knew I would find me.