Calm Before the Storm

I opened my diary, my fingers trembling slightly as I ran the pen across the page.

Sitting at the small desk in the airbase room, I held my cup of tea.

I sipped slowly, trying to savor the calm before the storm. My friends laughed

nearby, talking about trivial things, unaware that history was about to erupt

around us. “Just another day,” we all thought. How wrong we were.