The Baseball War

The pitch grew closer and closer. He could now clearly see that the ball was going to strike him in the sides, and he knew that it was done with full intention of doing so by the pitcher. As the ball forcefully crashed into his ribs, he winced in pain, which quickly turned into a feeling of utter contempt that started in the lower depths of his soul, and soon came to a boiling point. With a look of pure loathing in his eyes, he charged straight at the pitcher’s mound, and as he swung with a vigor that he had never felt before, his punch connected with the pitcher’s lower jaw, causing him to crumple to the ground. As he was about to take advantage of the now prone pitcher, he was grabbed from behind, and the full-on war between the two teams began.

Lt. Smith had two more weeks until he was done in the air force. We as so  jubilant to come home to his wife and kids, he felt as if he was walking on cloud nine. He has been serving for 2 years and has only shot down one plane. He was on his way through the country side only 1,000 yards up, before he was engaged by a whole wave of enemy fighters. He dove quickly to 300 yards and soon began to rise and attack from underneath like a shark does to a seal. One down. Two down. Lt. Smith was so ecstatic to see he had taken out 1/8 of the pilots. He turned his head around and was filled with terror as he saw over 300 30 mm bullets coming at his plane. One hit his right wing. Two hit the left wing. Then it stops. He flies through some clouds and turns around to see his end. Four though his cabin. He started to lose cabin pressure. Then only on shot hit his propeller and he knew where it was heading. As he started his nose dive he took two more enemy planes with him. He took out the picture of his family from his wallet one more time. He was closing in promptly on the graveyard below him. He said one finally word. The name of his wife.