Some late night fun.
Enjoy.
John
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Those American Fools "A Rocketman Story"
Those American Fools
"A Rocketman Story"
John Pirillo
Jet shivered in the hold of the cargo plane, while Harry
strapped into his rocket suit. "Not my idea of a vacation, Harry."
"You were expecting Florida, maybe?" Harry asked,
as he drew his helmet down to lock onto his shoulder pack. Now he could
navigate without his eyes burning out of their sockets from the air friction.
Jet saw he was ready and put on his own goggles, strapping
them extra tight. "This is going to be a close one, you know."
"For the Fatherland I would do anything." Harry
quipped, a scowl of a smile lighting the eyes behind his rocket suit helmet.
"Yeah. We do go back a ways with father, don't
we?" Jet grinned, and then stood up, clutching the parachute strapped to
his chest. "Still I don't think hanging from the arms of a flying bomb is
such a hot idea either."
Harry ignored him and activated the rear door of the cargo
plane, causing the door there to begin lowering. Wind rushed inside, shoving at
them. Harry turned around. "Come to Papa."
"You better not drop me." Jet warned.
"That's what parachutes are for." Harry quipped.
"Yeah. That and a two by four over the back of the
head. Don't drop me!"
"Ease up, soldier. This is a piece of cake. We jet over
to the experimental air carrier; deposit our token of friendship to the
Fatherland, then get the hell outta there."
"Roger that, but..." Jet gave Harry a stern look.
"Don't drop me!"
Harry crossed his heart with a gauntleted hand.
"Swear!"
"Why don't I trust you when you say that word?"
Jet asked, turning around for Harry to grab him.
Harry didn't give him a chance to say anything more or move.
As soon as Harry turned, he rushed forward, then grabbed him by the shoulder
harness there, then threw them both off the back of the plane.
"Don't dropppppppp meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Jet cried
out as they plummeted towards the rugged mountains below.
Then Harry's jets came to life as he triggered them with his
chin and nose controls and they leveled out, then as Harry angled his arms
skywards, they shot like a rocket towards the moon high overhead.
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Colonel Wilhelm Smitzhkipf, a high ranking Sturmgard in
service to the Fuehrer, paced the capacious deck of their experimental carrier,
going from one needle nosed jet fighter to the next, first examining their
armaments, then the pilots who stood at attention beside them.
Satisfied, he stopped in front of the phalanx of jets and
pilots, then gave them a stern look of approval. "The Father will be proud
of you."
The pilots all saluted at the same time. "Heil
Hitler!"
The Colonel nodded his head and gave them a weak salute in
return, and then he struck his small hand whip against the side of his pants
and looked towards the rear of the carrier, where the large door was already
sliding open for the jets to launch an attack.
"Switzerland has been holding out for neutrality."
He explained, his attention barely on the men.
"We shall teach them that there is no such thing as
neutrality."
"Heil Hitler!" The pilots said again with a
salute.
"Yes. Yes. That too. But now..."
He turned to eye
them, his face less stern.
"You, my children, are the finest of the
finest. We have spent years cultivating your abilities. You have been enhanced
with sciences the West is not yet aware of, but soon will be. You are the first
of our Sturm Drangers...Super Soldiers."
"Heil Hitler!" Even louder this time.
He smiled like a wolf about to eat a lamb.
"You shall teach the meaning of real peace to those
fools below, who huddle in their simple cottages and unprotected towns next to
their...disgusting lakes and ducks."
The pilots burst into laughter then.
He grinned. It was working. He had then firmly in the grip
of his hand. Not one of them was questioning the fact that their jets had only
enough fuel to attack, but not to return to the Fatherland.
"Now, prepare to launch."
"Heil Hitler!"
The pilots hailed one last time, saluted, then dashed up the small
ladders into the cockpits of their jets as flight crew assisted them.
At that same moment something roared through the open area
in back to the surprise of the Colonel.
Harry landed in front of him and let Jet go.
"Go, Jet!" Harry commanded.
Jet dashed for the front of the carrier with his small package
held tightly in his hands.
"Seize him!" The Colonel ordered and several of
the flight crew ran after Jet.
"So." The Colonel said, walking closer to Harry.
"I see our friends in the West have been working on a little surprise for
us. After we kill your companion, we shall take your suit back to our Fuehrer
and make thousands of them!"
"Nice fantasy, Colonel. But I don't think so."
"There is nothing you can do to stop us!" The
Colonel said, his face screwed up in anger.
"Uh actually, there is.'
Harry pointed to the back of the plane where another package
stood.
The Colonel's eyes widened.
Harry gave the Colonel a three fingered salute, and then
launched towards the front of the carrier. He slammed through the flight crew
chasing Jet, then grabbed Jet's harness and lifted him off the flooring. He
angled put on speed towards the distant cockpit where a wide panel of glass
gave a view of the Alps below.
"Harry, please tell me you're not going to do what I
think you're going to..."
Harry drew his arms back, allowing Harry to fall below and
to the rear so that his helmet and shoulder armor would take the brunt of the
crash, then slammed into the glass paneling before the Pilot and Co-Pilot of
the Nazi Carrier.
The paneling shattered like a soap bubble, instantly sucking
the Pilot and Co-Pilot through the opening to their deaths.
Behind them the Colonel ran towards the package in the rear,
his face red with exertion and fear. He reached the package, heard a ticking
sound, which stopped.
Nothing.
He grinned. The fool Americans had failed.
He lifted the package. It was heavy. He saw some writing on
it.
He read it. "Give my regards to the Devil." It
read.
The package exploded.
=========================================================================
Behind Harry and Jet the vast Nazi Super Carrier exploded at
its tail and the explosion ripped forwards, tearing the vast vehicle into a
thousand pieces of flaming debris.
Harry brought Jet forward.
"We're safe now."
Jet looked up at Harry's helmeted face a moment, then down
at the Alps below. "I'll believe that when we land. And next time, you run
and I fool."
"It's a deal." Harry said, and then executed a sharp
angled turn, which plummeted them like a rocket, which he was, towards the
secret base below.
"Jets away!" He cried as they shot towards home.
Ultraman Cosmos Chapter 31
More Kaiju to wake up your day.
Power Rangers to the Rescue!
Whoops! Wrong Kaiju.
:) John
Caspar the Friendly Ghost animation
The cartoons are silly, sweet whimsy.
The movie version that came later was interesting and had lots of potential, but it's hard to top the comic books and cartoons, because they are meant to be real and the movie was too real.
Enjoy
-- John --
The Shadow, Chapter One of a classic Columbia Movie Serial
I watched this as a kid and also listened to chapters of it on my parents old RCA radio, which stood about three feet all, looking beautiful, made of shiny wood and chrome and played all my favorites: Superman, Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz, The Shadow, Doc Savage, Batman, the Inner Santcum, Batman and on and on.
I have to think in retrospect that it was much more fun to listen to the radio, then to see the movies, as the radio required me to use my imagination, which may be why it is so big now. Who knows?
Enjoy!
John
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