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A Boy Named Austin

A shining jet blasted through the bright blue sky. A loud roar trailed behind as it exited the valley. A small boy turned in awe and stared at the curved streamline that was left. Soon, a rotund man wearing a thick black beard on his face walked into the shed with a gimp.
“Aye son!  What’s that contraption you’re building there?”
“Oh!” The boy flinched, “Father! Sorry I hadn’t noticed you standing there. I’m building a model aircraft.  You know.  Like those ones in the sky, a jet!”
“What’s a jet? Oh! You mean like that big bird that just flew by?” The man foolishly asked.
“Yeah, that bird.” the boy weekly agreed.
“I’m just kiddin’ boy!” The man patted the boy on the back, “I know it’s an aircraft boy!”
The boy whispered to himself, “Could’ve fooled me.”
“What was that son?”
“Oh nothing.  Nothing at all.”
“So why’d you make a smaller version of a jet?” The fat man asked.
“Because I’m planning’ on becoming’ one of those air force pilots one day. When I do, you’ll remember me as Commander Austin Rane!” He proudly exclaimed.
“Okay Commander Rane, whatever makes you happy makes me happy.” The man smiled at Austin and patted his back once more.  Soon enough he left the same way he had entered.  Austin smiled for a moment with the feeling of being proud, then he went back to work on the model jet.

Seven years passed and Austin had just turned eighteen years old.  It was the year 1939; World War II had begun in Europe. Austin had joined the air force like he had dreamed.  He climbed the ranks up to commander.  The last words he had said to his father before he left home were, “Good-bye father, I love you, I promise I won’t disappoint you.” Finally, he was given a task to perform, to bomb Germany.  As he flew through the sky, fear had struck his gut. Austin knew what awaited him, death. It was inevitable. His eyes opened wide, his heart pounded uncontrollably against his chest, sweat poured from his head, and his life flashed before him.  A missile was dropped. After receiving word of the news from a commanding officer, Austin’s father stared at the model jet, imagining it soar across the blue summer’s sky, the jet of Commander Austin Rane.

Description
A Boy Named Austin

A shining jet blasted through the bright blue sky. A loud roar trailed behind as it exited the valley. A small boy turned in awe and stared at the curved streamline that was left. Soon, a rotund man wearing a thick black beard on his face walked into the shed with a gimp.
“Aye son!  What’s that contraption you’re building there?”
“Oh!” The boy flinched, “Father! Sorry I hadn’t noticed you standing there. I’m building a model aircraft.  You know.  Like those ones in the sky, a jet!”
“What’s a jet? Oh! You mean like that big bird that just flew by?” The man foolishly asked.
“Yeah, that bird.” the boy weekly agreed.
“I’m just kiddin’ boy!” The man patted the boy on the back, “I know it’s an aircraft boy!”
The boy whispered to himself, “Could’ve fooled me.”
“What was that son?”
“Oh nothing.  Nothing at all.”
“So why’d you make a smaller version of a jet?” The fat man asked.
“Because I’m planning’ on becoming’ one of those air force pilots one day. When I do, you’ll remember me as Commander Austin Rane!” He proudly exclaimed.
“Okay Commander Rane, whatever makes you happy makes me happy.” The man smiled at Austin and patted his back once more.  Soon enough he left the same way he had entered.  Austin smiled for a moment with the feeling of being proud, then he went back to work on the model jet.

Seven years passed and Austin had just turned eighteen years old.  It was the year 1939; World War II had begun in Europe. Austin had joined the air force like he had dreamed.  He climbed the ranks up to commander.  The last words he had said to his father before he left home were, “Good-bye father, I love you, I promise I won’t disappoint you.” Finally, he was given a task to perform, to bomb Germany.  As he flew through the sky, fear had struck his gut. Austin knew what awaited him, death. It was inevitable. His eyes opened wide, his heart pounded uncontrollably against his chest, sweat poured from his head, and his life flashed before him.  A missile was dropped. After receiving word of the news from a commanding officer, Austin’s father stared at the model jet, imagining it soar across the blue summer’s sky, the jet of Commander Austin Rane.