MIW Submission #1


A hissing wind blew a dusting of sand across the large expanse of flat pavement. Weeds grew our of cracks. The barren, sun-scorched surface extended out to the adjacent desert. On the opposite side of the paved wasteland stood a pair of rusting aircraft hangars. A deteriorating, low wooden structure connectd the two. Mountains loomed in the far distance. There were no signs of life.

Contrasting the bleak, desolate exterior, inside one of the hangars was a cadre of military personnel engaged in high-spirited chatter: seven U. S. Army pilots and two aircraft mechanics sitting on benches in front of a standing Major.

The Major tapped a pointer on a large map fastened to a freestanding blackboard. The men quieted.