The Problem
„Comander we have a problem!“ That was the sentence I never wanted to listen
to. It´s hard to believe how you feel if it happend and believe me you never want. I
saw films in my life before and I always thought it will never happen but if it hap-
pen we won´t be protected.
Now it is, my collage, my friend tell me: „Comander we have a problem!“
He allready talk to me but I can´t listen to him. He is talking about something
like benzine, burning, falling down and die. I see into his face, shocked, his mouth
moves but I can´t understand anything. His eyes are filled with tears and he shakes
me. My friend, my best friend is crying. Now I can listen to his words...
„...I´ll never see her again. My poor wife and my baby, my little baby. My wife
is still pregnant I´ll never see my baby...“ „Oh, shut up! You will se them both.
That´s a order!!“ Now I´m alive, I´m here. I can fight, not only fighting for me, no,
for my friend, my collage, his famlily and his no-born baby. My family and me is
not so imoprtent in this moment, my children are grown and have thier own fami-
lies and my wife... Okay I would be happy if I´m able to see her again, but in that
case it´s not so importent. She will miss me but she will live without me becaise we
had beautyfull 20 years together and I´ll live on in her mementos(memories).
Now my hands are moveing through the cocpit. I don´t think only do. A picture of
my friends familycome into my mind. The racket is ready, now we can move out of
the mashine by ejector seat. But there is another mistake, a defect para chute. I
push the buttom but nothing happend, no life protectig measure. „We have to do it
by a manial way, Chip. I stay here and you have to go.“ Before he can say any
word, he is catapulted out of the racket. It goes striktly downward. I can´t do
something. In my mind I send masgaes to my family and believe that they can hear
me. But now the contact broke down. I can feel the heat and then... Then nothing...
(The racket exploded and the ruins fell into the Pazific Ocaen. Jack Mathews collage(Chip) survived and had a
bright life with his wife and his little son Jack who was born at the day when the racket fell down.)
