The Skies were Blue [Prologue]The Skies were Blue [Prologue]2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"So you're really sending them there?"
The man looked up from the map sprawled across the table in front of him. It was obvious that the years hadn't been kind to him; the dark circles around his eyes alone paid homage to that. His hair wasn't white by any stretch of the imagination; it was more like an off-grey, as if it had planned to go white at some point but due to war rationing had only been able to achieve this shoddy imitation.
But there was still an edge of dignity about him. You couldn't tell if it was his gaze, or his manner of standing or even just his worn blue uniform, covered in medals. But it was there, like a sort of phantom that haunted the air around him. He looked towards the younger man quizzically, raising an eyebrow, as if he was trying to judge if they were joking or not.
"You sound surprised, Captain", he said, his voice rumbling like the engine of a old and worn tractor, "Is there a problem?"
The Captain looked down, trying to avoid the other man's iron gaze,
The Skies were Blue [Chapter 3]The Skies were Blue [Chapter 3]2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The Nissen hut was completely empty now; not even the recently aborted engines making a sound. The smell of fuel was still in the air, but it was less overpowering, less intoxicating than before. It wasn't a familiar experience but it still felt welcoming, giving you a chance to get away from your duties, even just for a minute. You loved your job really, but you couldn't give it absolutely everything; there still needed to be something left for you.
You could hear the footsteps behind you; hesitant, like the person was having second thoughts. You sighed heavily, not wanting your peace to be broken this easily and turned around. What you saw didn't surprise you; it was Alfred, around five paces away. But there was something off about him, even if you couldn't tell exactly what it was. He was looking at the floor, the usual youthful spark gone from his eyes, replaced by worry. It felt very odd- not that you cared or anything. But you didn't have to like him to want to keep tabs on the s