Chapter 5
“It’s like 9/11 again,” Burk stammered. “But why? Is it war? Terrorists? Just people got sick or passed out while flying? Oh, God!”
I put my arm around him and held him tight. This was indeed a horrible thing to watch and even to just consider, but as we did so, other planes came into sight. I recognized several as being from the Whidbey Island base, or so I thought; but there were others, too, and they all swooped and flew all around. Then things fell out of the bottoms of some, and bullets were fired from others. I couldn’t even breathe, but suddenly, Burk pushed me away from the window, and together we ran into the hallway and cowered behind the bedroom door. We could hear some of the explosions that followed, but whether they were bombs dropping or airplanes crashing, we di
