A man walked through the halls of his barracks never cutting his stride. His perfectly shined boots never made a sound as he walked to the end of the hall and stopped. He turned to the door on his right and knocked. From inside, a voice called, "Come in." The room was an office. It had bookshelves and a desk in the center with an old man behind it in a big, black, leather chair. The old man was dressed in his usual Generals uniform. It was in pristine condition without a wrinkle out of place. He was studying maps that were spread out over the top of the desk and he barely looked up as he motioned for the man to take a seat.
Finally looking up from his study, the General saw one of his soldiers, Sergeant Luke Thomas. The General went back to reading the maps and said, "You've been lacking, Sergeant. You've been coming in to land late. Care to tell me why?"
Sgt. Thomas shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "I need to stay at a pace that my rookie pilots can keep up. They tend to slow me down."
"That's what I thought you'd say." The General stood up and walked to a larger map pinned to the wall and pointed to an area just off of Florida. "I am sending you and your pilots on a practice mission. Fly here and bring me back something of significance in three days and I will not demote you."
Confused, Sgt. Thomas said, "But sir, with all due respect-"
"No arguments. You have your orders. Follow them." Turning his back on the other man in the room, the General barked, "Dismissed."
Two hours later, the pilots of Flight 19 were soaring through the air. They glided through the air with such grace that they looked like they were dancing in the wind. The TBM Avenger Bombers were lined in a V formation as they descended through the sky. The group was magnificent to watch. They were headed towards their destination at an alarming rate.
Sgt. Thomas heard his radio go off in his helmet and the voice of one of his new recruits through the helmet. "Sir, I can't keep control of the plane at the speed we're going. I need to let up, Sergeant."
Sgt. Thomas sighed as he answered, "Do not let up, that is an order. You will fly at the speed I tell you to fly because if we are in battle and you don't, you will die."
They flew quickly as they met a sight that made them fear what was up a head. There were dark grey swirls of clouds all around and a sort of tornado that seemed to connect the ocean and the sky, sucking up everything around it and dragging in objects such as the aircrafts of Flight 19. Sgt. Thomas tried to yell orders to retreat but it was a futile attempt because of all the static that had covered the intercom. The planes drew closer and closer. Most of the pilots had bailed out in an attempt to escape but they never did. They were sucked into the spinning tunnel of water coming from the middle of the Bermuda Triangle.
Sgt. Thomas jumped out of his plane right before it was sucked in the "tunnel of doom" The tunnel was a tall water tornado that spun clockwise. It had about a three mile radius and it reached from the seafloor to the clouds. The rushing of the water made it impossible for him to hear anything else. He could see his fellow pilots scream in silent agony as they were ripped apart by the debris of their own planes. He cringed as he felt something slide across his chest. As it was swept away, he could tell it was part of a plane wing. The Sergeant felt a pain in his chest as he felt the loss of his fellow crew. He then saw the blood and realized it wasn't just the pain of loss, but of being almost sliced in half. He had to get to safety or he would definitely not make it. He felt the current pull him towards the tornado. He said his silent prayer to God and waited for the pain and darkness to consume him but what he saw instead relieved him beyond belief.
The tornado was lifting back up into the sky. The tail was barely brushing the ocean's surface and by the time he was dragged to the center, it was already halfway up the atmosphere back to where ever that devil tornado came from.
The man sat there in the floating debris with blood oozing out of his fresh wound. He winced in pain as he climbed onto a piece of floating debris big enough to hold him. He looked around for any survivors.
He saw movement to his right so he got back into the water and carefully swam to find a man with blonde hair and bright blue eyes that looked only slightly older than him. The man was covered in blood and coughing but thank god he was alive. The men climbed onto the floating piece of debris and exchanged looks that basically said "What-the-hell-just-happened?" The man that was just rescued said, "As captain, I- ugh…" he winced as the pain in his body increased when he tried to breathe. He couldn't speak anymore; barely move. The captain's eyes started to slowly shut and Sgt. Thomas grabbed his collar and started to desperately say, "Captain Parker! Captain Parker! Come on! We can make it! Just stay with me!"
Captain Parker awoke for a split second and whispered one last thing to him before he fell limp and died like the rest of the crew, "The Crypt…"
Confused, Luke then cried with grief until he passed out on the debris from his, still untended, wound.