Unconventional Battle: Birds and Bullets

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The fighter plane circled overhead leaving a steady white stream of fuel behind it in the blue sky. A straight line of bullets cascaded down on the beach in our direction. My father and I desperately searched for cover. Down the beach a flock of seagulls were relaxing in the baking sun. My father grabbed his umbrella and sprinted after them cawing frantically while waving his umbrella about. The birds, obviously frightened, splashed out of the sea-foam that created the salty aroma surrounding us and took to the sky, all in sporadic directions. as the plane circled back again, the pilot was caught by the crossfire of the birds my father had offered up. His plane sputtered and spewed black smoke as it fell like a boulder into the cliff above, fantastically blowing up in a heap of fire and a final billow of smoke. I turned around dumbfounded at this recent series of events and met my father’s gaze. “I suddenly remembered by Charlemagne.” He said “Let my armies be the rocks and the trees and the birds in the sky.” …show more content…

Did my beach vacation really take a turn for the worst when my father, recalling Charlemagne, brought down a fighter jet? or was that just a scene from The Last Crusade? Maybe it was.Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was both. Regardless, my personality, for better or worse, has been shaped by the whip-wielding-wise-cracker Indiana Jones. Through our adventures, I learned his clumsiness. I mimicked his messiness. I practiced his vulnerability. I embodied his nerdiness. What I learned above all else though, was to identify my passion, and strive toward my goal with the belief that with enough dedication, and perhaps a little smarts, I can achieve whatever it is I set my mind

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