I just wanted to let all of my fellow bretheren know this. Living so far away from everybody seems to me to feel left out and i just wanted you all to know that I love you all very much.
I also wanted to ask for yalls prayers. Because being 1 of 2 faithful members of christ in school is really difficult. I find that as life goes on I find myself struggling to keep the faith, fight the fight, and run the race. It is especially difficult in that my closest camp friends live an hour away (Shanna-Kay, Skylar, Paul, Wayne, and Kelsey).I just need talk to other christians my age and know that people care. Referin to the post above: If yall need anything at all just call and I'll be there for you.
Anyways, I am Preaching the last Sunday of November.
hey. u should. totally. call. me. like. really. i haven't talked to you in ever. and. i. won't . be. at. winter.camp. so. yah. u . should. call. me. and. catch. up. some. time. what are you preaching on?
man, i didn't know i left it. thanks, i don't have your number but i'll ask my mom if we could come over to church there sometime soon to pick it up and see everybody.
WE ARE GOING TO STATE MARCHING COMPETITION, I'VE KNOWN SINCE SATURDAY; BUT DIDN'T REMEMBER TO SHARE. WE LEAVE FOR SAN ANTONIO @ 1:45 SUNDAY AND PREFORM MONDAY. PLEASE PRAY FOR US ON OUR TRIP.
LOVE YOU ALL,
PHILIP/SCREAMIN'EAGLE/EVIL GARDIN GNOME/MAGEE
Prologue:
In the year of our lord: 3402A.D.
A split-second before the bomb dropped; people in the city were sleeping, laughing, talking, eating, and working. In that split second the whole world changed.
The war had begun, and a new order rose from the ashes.
Ch.1
Three-Hundred miles away Zachary O’Connor, a senior at the Texas Junior Officers Air Force Academy (or T-JOAFA) in Adrian, Texas, woke up to a loud boom and the window above his bunk shattering into millions microscopic shards coating him in a fine spray of glass.
“What the -,”
He was interrupted by the shrill call of the squad to scramble the F-92’s (two manned fighters, generally known for their extremely small crew area, leaving the crew relying completely on computers)
“Where’s my Navigator/Pilot!” was the call heard around the hanger when Zach entered the hangar.
Dave Lincoln; Zach’s 6’2” pilot, Graduate from the U.S.A.F.A., and complete computer-geek; was at the aircraft just piddling with the computer programming, and absent-mindedly fingering the medallion with a picture of his family( MIA during evac. at L.A.) at his neck.
“Come on, let’s go! We have to be in the skies now!”
“Awe… shut-up; when you can get to hangar before me you can say something, Shorty.”
Ten minutes later they were in the air.
“Hey, Dave look out, Bogies at our 4 o’clock.”
“Roger that bogies at our-“
These were the last words he said as a mini rocket ripped through the front of the cockpit killing him instantly, sending Zach and the aircraft in a 16,000 foot freefall to the ground.
CH.2
The feeling of being picked up, and dropped on a particularly solid surface aroused Zach from his never-ending oblivion. As he started to get up he saw through the window that he was in the hospital wing of a POW camp that had been shown on recon footage two weeks prior, he also saw that the room he was in was a plain room with a bed (without him in it), a chair, and a tall male covered with tattoo’s of the CEA (Central European Army) design, with the name ‘Zrubakova’ sewn on the left pocket and the rank of 2nd Lieutenant on his beret. Zach tried to get up only to be kicked and shouted at.
“What do you suppose you‘re doing, you filthy Texan.”
“Not exactly the way you want to be woken up now is it, don’t the Czechs teach any of the XXVIIII Revised Geneva Convention? And you call us filthy; that means dirty.”
A yell came from another room as four shots rang out; then there was an eerie silence, Zach could only guess what had happened.
“What just happened?”
“Well, the interrogation didn’t go so well, I guess. You better think about what you’re going to say before the same happens to you.”
it sounds like it could be interesting for someone who's interested in that type of stuff (ie. GUYS!). lol, i mostly just read historical fictionalized diaries in the youth fiction section at the library, plus eragon and tolkien
haha yah...dont play football. i do basketball with friends, but nothing for school unfortunately. that wouldve been fun i guess. you have a foosball table?
