╰┈➤ 𝘼𝙈𝙊𝙍 𝙑𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙄𝙏 𝙊𝙈𝙉𝙄𝘼 > Masters of the Air | Maj.John Egan X oc)
"𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚"
IN WHICH CELESTE JEFFERSON, born of prestige...
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DALLAS TEXAS 1943
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|| EVENING HAD BARELY BROKEN WHEN THE BOYS JOLTED CELESTE FROM HER PEACEFUL NAP. The young woman, who had grown accustomed to restless nights haunted by the horrors she had witnessed, was far from pleased. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, her dreams had been free from the weight of those. Her mind had wandered back to simpler times, to the carefree days of her youth.
Yet, now, all reminiscent thoughts were shattered, courtesy of her relentless companions; Arnie, Frankie, Robert and Jackson. The upcoming departure to England loomed over them, and the boys were determined to mark the occasion with a night of revelry. While they could hardly contain their anticipation, Celeste couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The crew of 6, known each other since 1940, and return to the states in 1942. Now some of the boys were set on rejoining the 100th or becoming fighter pilots once again.
Celeste, on the other hand, had been designated the responsibility of training fresh-faced pilots and delivering crucial forts across the channel. Her father, James yet again pulled a few files. Believing she would be safer away from the frontlines. You see, being the daughter of high ranking officer had it corks but also had its downs.
Sitting in the front seat of the Willy's jeep, the dusty road rattling beneath her—her mind was tugged in a whirlwind of thoughts. Each question pulling her closer to uncertainty. It wasn't fair, she thought. Celeste had worked just as hard as the male counterparts, poured in the same sweat and determination, and yet here she was, stuck. Manning aircraft away from the front. Tethered to the back row, her dreams hanging precariously in a balance.
As the countryside of Texas blurred past her, Celeste couldn't help but ponder the next destination. England. A land that held both familiarity and the unknown. Biting at the tip of her lower lip, would she be able to adapt as she had in China? The prospect both excited and unnerved her. Surely, her mother's side of the family would welcome her with open arms. Warm reunions, shared laughter, and memories awaiting to be made.
