Friday, July 22, 2022

The Big Blue

    6:00 p.m.


    The Maldives



    The sunlight shimmered on the bright blue waters of the Maldives. It was early evening, about 6:00. The locals from the town nearby called this hour,  “The Time of Colors.” It was rightly named as it looked like there were a thousand pieces of gold on the ocean surface and that someone painted the sky in a beautiful array of colors. Orange, red, pink, it couldn’t get any better than this.


    “Alright divers, are you ready?” asked Captain Phillips. My dad works for National Geographic as an oceanographer. He’s supposed to take pictures and record different and new species of marine life. He’s kind of like an explorer but under the sea. I was lucky enough to be invited to go on a dive here in the gulf. We were supposed to do he usually does, but I was hoping to find a new species.


“I’m ready alright. Are you ready?” I asked my dad.


He chuckled. “Yep, I’m locked and loaded. You ready for your first dive in the open sea?”


“I have been waiting a long time for this moment.” I exclaimed.


    After several months of diving school, I was very excited. This would be my first wild dive. My dad and I put on our breathers and goggles and positioned ourselves on the edge of the boat.


“3,....2,.....1, you are cleared for the dive.” said Captain Phillips.







    I let myself fall into the water and I cannot explain what I saw next. It was like a whole ‘nother world down under. Except that this world had so many vibrant colors and life. Schools of tropical fish swam by me and dozens of manta rays glided across the waters. Marine life has always amazed me but this was something else. My dad was taking pictures of several bright orange and red coral. I decided to explore a bit. I went through arches of rock and sand. Turtles swam nearby me looking for food. I could see parrotfish, clownfish, angelfish, and so much more. I even saw a lionfish which looks really cool with its spines but I knew not to touch it as it’s poisonous.


    Then, I saw it. The one thing I was hoping to avoid. A whitetip reef shark coming towards my direction. I froze and my eyes opened wide in horror. I knew that this species of shark did not attack humans. They were even used to divers. However, I was still terrified. Anybody would be. I knew the key. Do not provoke it, and you’ll be fine. I just stayed very still and waited for the shark to pass. Luckily, it didn’t even notice me and was just looking for smaller fish.


    I let out a big phew. That was close. I turned around and swam towards my dad. I decided to tell him once we got on the boat. The coral reef that he was looking at was a nice sea green. I paused and looked very closely. I realized that two very rare fish were in one coral reef at the same time! That was amazing. I motioned towards him to quickly note them and take their pictures. I couldn’t believe it! It was a red long nose hawkfish and a black striped and spotted oriental sweetlip. I was overjoyed as I helped find two very rare fish. My dad gave me a thumbs up. We both checked our oxygen tank levels and realized we were running low. I gestured to go back up and he nodded. Once we got back on the boat, my dad gave me a pat on the back and was beaming.


    “Great job! You actually found two rare endangered species. I tagged both of them so Nat Geo will keep a track.” he said


“Thanks a lot. I also encountered a shark but made sure to let it be.”


“You did? Wow, that’s amazing and you knew what to do. I’m proud of you son.”


Captain Phillips then came out of the cabin. “Well kid, how was it?”


“I will never forget this beauty of a place. It was exhilarating.” I said smiling.


“Ah, it’s a wonder.” the captain said as he started the motor.


As we were going back to the island we were staying at, I felt the setting sun on my face. I knew that diving will always be close to my heart.




Sunday, July 10, 2022

The Chase

 10:30 a.m., June 6th, 1944


English Channel


D-Day


It was terrifying. I could hear the rounds being fired one after another all around me. The glass cockpit of my Hurricane protected me from the intense, chilly winds of the English Channel but couldn’t defend against the sound of the loud machine guns of the opposing Messerschmitt fighters. I was racking my brain. How can I, Lieutenant Robert McRogan of the Royal Air Force of Great Britain, be afraid? I’m part of the ruling air force in the world! But it truly was scary. 


At any moment, bullets could be going straight through your plane and you would be diving towards the dark blue waters in an instant. Everybody was hoping for the best. This was the day where we would save Europe. We, the Allies, were pushing back the Germans out of France. I could make out the landscape of the Normandy beaches where our boys along with the Americans were storming the German turrets and defenses. I knew that I had to help them. 


As part of the No. 122 “Eagle” Squadron, we had to defend the British and American armies on the ground from incoming German fighters. Without any protection, Operation Overlord as it was called would go to waste. Beep, beep, beep! The one sound I dreaded had finally rung. It was the aircraft detector and I looked behind me. Sure enough, it was a German Messerschmitt fighter chasing after me. I took a deep breath, zipped my bomber jacket, put on my air mask, and dove down. 


I was the best pilot in my squadron. I had 10 recorded kills which I was proud of. Apparently, I was one of the best in all of England which I was amazed as I didn’t feel special. As I dove down with my heart still pounding, I waited until I heard the elevation alert screaming as it was urging me to increase altitude. I decided to pull up as quickly as I could until I was at a decent 10,000 feet. I frantically looked behind, checking if the German aircraft was still pursuing me. My heart started accelerating again once I saw the dark green wing. He’s good. I thought. I needed some expert maneuvers to outmatch this one.








10:45 a.m., June 6th, 1944


English Channel


Maneuver after maneuver ensued. I did a yaw spin, my opponent did a barrel roll. I unleashed a torrent of bullets, he sent a barrage of rockets. But not one weapon would hit each other’s plane. I knew that he also was trying his best to defeat me. But I would not go down without a fight. Just a few weeks back, I had created my own tactic. I called it the “Diving Eagle” and practiced it for hours on end in the free time that I had. I had never used it on the battlefield but I knew that I needed to use it now. I hoped that it wouldn’t fail, but in the air, you never know what could happen. I closed my eyes for a quick second, and dove straight up. As usual, the fighter followed me. But, I shifted the joystick and in a split second I was right behind him. I pressed the trigger as hard as I could and finally, the plane and its pilot dove down.


Rest in peace pilot. I thought to myself. He seemed like a good one and I did respect him. But sadly, he was the enemy. I looked around me and it seemed like my squadron was done with finishing off the opposition. Then, the radio rang.


*Kzzccchh* “Eagle Squadron, our boys on the beach are having a real tough time getting the turrets down. We need you to go to Omaha Beach and support the bombing planes so that the Army can cross the sandbar. Over.”


“Roger that Commander. We’re on our way. Over.” I said.


It was time to go to the center of it all. The beaches.