Surprisingly, Sunny had waited years for this day. His daughter never really understood why. She watching her father glance impatiently at his watch and gave him a reassuring pat, as he grunted and fiddled with his wheelchair.
He spoke little of the war, with snippets of that day when he had so confidently invaded the enemy’s airspace certain of victory, as his state of the art aircraft faced off with his opposition’s frail ones.
His complacency led to disaster as his plane was expertly engaged and forced to turn back, the pilot succeeding in giving him a send-off he’d never forget; which he hadn’t. When his fury died down, he couldn’t help but be in awe at the expert fighting skills he’d witnessed and since that day vowed to meet the pilot who had so adeptly defeated him in combat.
Sunny straightened as he recognized the face from the photo slowly walking up to him.
Stopping by his wheelchair the two pilots gazed firmly at each.
“Officer Sunny,” greeted the man.
“Officer Hasan,” came the reply.
Then both broke into a wry smile and shook hands. The ugly side of war shelved, enemies honorably and respectfully reunited.
Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner