This Last Mission
A Love Story Written by a Retired Air Force Pilot's Wife
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Consuelo watched her husband pack his flight bag and then dress in a flight suit. The mission was for an undetermined number of days to an unspecified location. Her air force husband could not tell her where he was going or how long he would be away. She was a seasoned military wife. She knew not to ask. She dreaded the lonely days and nights that lay ahead while she waited and wondered where he was and if he was safe. She knew she would be notified if he wasn’t.
She was thinking, Jeff is a ruggedly handsome, six-feet-two-inch-tall Navajo Indian from Chinle, Arizona. He is meticulous and accurate to a fault. She never worried about him making a wrong decision. That was not his nature. Everything he did was planned to the last detail—and then double-and triple-checked.
Consuelo, half-Mexican and half-German, was from Durango, Colorado. She had met her husband in college, where she’d been attracted to the tall, arrow-straight, handsome young man. He had applied to the US Air Force Academy but had not received an appointment; therefore, he began attending the University of Utah. He had completed his second year of college when he received an appointment to the academy.
Three weeks later Jeff called. Consuelo said, “Jeff, I wish you were here. The children are working on a surprise for you. We think about you in everything we do. Stay safe. Just know we are thinking about you and praying for cool heads to prevail where the North Korean situation is concerned. I hope we can talk again soon. Love you.”
As they were saying their goodbyes, Consuelo could hear the alert horn sounding over the phone. Jeff quickly said, “Goodbye, honey. Love you. Gotta go.” And the line went dead.
Several months later, Consuelo sat thinking, Oh, Jeff, I wish you were here to do this. I miss you. Jeff, if you are alive, where are you?
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Consuelo sat watching her air force pilot husband pack his flight bag and prepare for a mission. The mission was for an undetermined number of days to an unspecified location. He could not tell her where he was going nor how long he would be away. She was a seasoned military wife. She knew not to ask. Jeff was a B-2 bomber pilot.
She sat quietly trying to beat back tears as she became lost in memories of their lives together. She had to be strong. She didn’t want to show signs of weakness and give him anything to worry about on the home front. She dreaded the lonely days and nights that lay ahead while she waited and wondered where he was, and if he was safe. She knew she would be notified if he wasn’t.
Days later, Jeff called. “It is just a cat and mouse, waiting game. We are hoping against hope and praying with all our might that we do not have to take off unless it is to return home. We are waiting for the other shoe to fall.”
“Oh Jeff, we are praying that cool heads will prevail, and that the enemy doesn’t decide to escalate the rhetoric with his threats. The world is holding its breath.”
As they were saying their goodbyes, Consuelo could hear the alert horn sounding over the phone. Jeff quickly said, “Goodbye, honey. Love you Gotta go.” And the line went dead.
Consuelo sat in stone silence praying for his safety and for all the other pilots and military personnel who were scrambling to their duty stations and airplanes because of impending danger. She prayed silently that it was a false alarm and not a real and present danger to America or our allies.
About the Author
Theda Yager earned a bachelor’s degree in general studies from Chaminade University, Honolulu, Hawaii, and a master’s degree in education from Southwest Texas State University, San Marcos, Texas. She and her husband Donald, have three married daughters, ten grandchildren, and fourteen great-grandchildren. Theda is the author of four other books.