(Another World War 2 RP, again I'm named Tom)
Here's how the story begins
Tom was in the airfield working on his P-40 warhawk fighter in the hangar. "Hey Frank, can you hand me that wrench over there?" asked Tom as he examined the engine. An hour ago he was on the U.S.S. Arizona with a friend named Daniel. Frank handed him the wrench and he tightened the sparkplug on the engine.
Miles away airplane engines buzzed over the ocean. A red circle on the wings, Zeros, Kates, and Vals screamed by as they flew towards Hawaii. Tom closed the engine door and walked outside the hangar to get some sun and he inhaled deeply and exhaled, the fresh Hawaiian air felt so good. Tom's tail wagged back and fort, his ears perked up as he heard the sound of airplanes, he looked up and saw planes over. "It's too early for a drill." said tom as he watched the planes. He then saw one of the dive bombers nose dive towards one of the battleship. The pilot released the bombs and they hit the ship. "FRANK FIRE UP THE PLANE, IT ISN'T A DRILL!" yelled Tom as he ran back into the hangar.