String of Conscious
Part of the reason John joined the Air Force was to please his father. He'd always said John was lazy and would never amount to much. But, John loved to fly and he had thought signing up would allow him to do what he loved and make his father proud. He'd been wrong.
Following orders was something he was never able to do if they went against his conscious. The only time he truly questioned that was when he'd gotten Mitch and Dex killed.
He knew he'd done the right thing when he'd shot and killed Colonel Sumner. He even knew the Colonel had wanted him to do it. But that didn't stop him from thinking about that moment every day, wondering if he could have chosen a different course of action.
Waking the Wraith - what more was there to say there?
Leaving two green scientists alone on an alien planet in a Wraith ship unprotected. Really what had he been thinking? Perhaps that was the problem, he hadn't been.
And the latest item on his list of failures and shortcomings - not being able to save Ford.
They all played on his conscious; haunted his dreams; never far from his thoughts during waking hours. Strings tying his conscious to crucial events or moments in time that weighed on him. Never allowing him to move on or forget.
Word Count: 227
Cross-posted to: libraryofwinds
Following orders was something he was never able to do if they went against his conscious. The only time he truly questioned that was when he'd gotten Mitch and Dex killed.
He knew he'd done the right thing when he'd shot and killed Colonel Sumner. He even knew the Colonel had wanted him to do it. But that didn't stop him from thinking about that moment every day, wondering if he could have chosen a different course of action.
Waking the Wraith - what more was there to say there?
Leaving two green scientists alone on an alien planet in a Wraith ship unprotected. Really what had he been thinking? Perhaps that was the problem, he hadn't been.
And the latest item on his list of failures and shortcomings - not being able to save Ford.
They all played on his conscious; haunted his dreams; never far from his thoughts during waking hours. Strings tying his conscious to crucial events or moments in time that weighed on him. Never allowing him to move on or forget.
Word Count: 227
Cross-posted to: libraryofwinds