‘TO FULLFIL HIS WISHES’

Throughout my life there had always been two distinctive themes, I had always loved airplanes, and I had always disliked having my photograph taken. If I am photographed I just tend not to appear at ease, not because I think that I am particularly unattractive or anything like that, I just dislike the theater of it all. Here in the forest I couldn’t help but to smile faintly at the irony of all that, despite the pain I was suffering. All was still and quiet were I was, no living thing made a sound or even a murmur here only the presence of a faint burning aroma kept me awake. I lay here motionless and weak entangled amongst all the rubble unable to gather the strength to free my self. I had finally reached a place were I no longer had to fulfill peoples dreams or make them proud. I am just reflecting now.

Reflecting now, the only real picture I had like of my self within an airplane was the one hanging in my parent’s home it’s the one of me as a young boy sitting in the cockp...