I was flying with Audie Murphy. For those who don't know, he was one of the most decorated soldiers of WWII, an actor with over 40 feature films to his credit most notably Red Badge of Courage, and a songwriter.
Until he crashed the plane. He deliberately hit another aircraft, taking out their tail and wing, and sending us into a crash on a city street.
We were trapped in the wrecked plane, with most of the nose and all of the windscreen gone. My legs hurt, bruised but not broken feeling.
A waitress from a nearby McDonalds (what? it's the middle of WWII, McD didn't happen until 1955) came over with some food. She was Linda Carter, for some reason.
We were rescued eventually. It tooks a ridiculously long time, especially for being downed on a major city street.
We were taken to a little yellow house and told it was a place to recover before returning to the airfield. I noticed a holographic sign on the side that said "Rest, eat, recover." It was like one of those old pictures that was only visible from one direction, the kind you turned this way and that to watch the baby open and shut its eyes.
Inside, there was a large, flatscreen Panasonic TV and the rest was done in basic early 1940s.
I kept trying to call Audie's attention to the anachronisms, but he wasn't understanding. They looked normal to him.
I had just been called out of the house by a lady with a clipboard when Mudd woke me.
He said it was a glitch in the Matrix.
No comments:
Post a Comment