Dogfight Squadron

"The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step, and a lot of bitching."

                                           -Unknown

     Joseph looked at the phone. He just couldn't pick it up and call everyone. Jeff and Jon knew already, but those kids from chinese school, Eric, Andrew, David, another Eric, and Alex had all drifted from his life.

     He should have been happy; displaying his Spiteful to Lt. Col. Christopher Hammond, he was nothing but jelly.

     But when he was finally accepted into the Thunderbirds reserve 303rd squadron, he nearly fainted from relief.

     Finally working up the courage to pick up the phone and get it over with, he set up a conference call.

     "Hello?"

     "Oh, hello, is Eric home?"

     "JoJo, right? Yes, I'll get him now."

     It went on like that for everyone, until everyone was online.

     "Did you get in?"

     "Are you promoted?"

     "Are you in the Guinness world record book?"

     The young teen took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

     "Affirm, neg, neg. Jeff's younger than me."

     "What's your callsign?"

      "Well, my co called me a 'speeding death arrow.' So, it's Acheron."

      "Come on, we got a party set up for you! Come over Saturday, we got cake and everything."

       "I'll try."

      Hanging up the phone, the newly minted Thunderbird sighed. Every time, a pie in the face. No point fighting it.

      Climbing into his cot, he finally let himself fall into sleep.