Privat Pete Mitchell

Private Peter Mitchell had served in the National Guard for over ten years, serving his time at the United States air base ‘Rammstein’. He had been accustomed to the necessity of checking every single identification that passed his foggy, well used eyes. He was tall, well built, a somewhat curious character who had little personal skills, yet had a charming buzz about him. He was particularly proud of the fact that he could allow and refuse entry to all personnel, making him feel needed to the United States government.

July the 20th had turned on the calendar, it had turned into, so far, one of the hottest days of the year. A mystical fog, slept over the airbase,

Leaving an atmosphere of the unknown. Peter

As the sun began to set, Peter Mitchell began setting up for the night shift when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed an unmarked military vehicle. Goosebumps suddenly swept over Private Mitchell, something felt wrong, he curiously stood out from his post into the dying sun, and signalled the car to stop. The car as usual stopped, somewhat giving a feeling of relief to Peter Mitchell. In the usual manner Private Mitchell asked for any form of identification. The character in the car laughed wittily and handed over his laminated identification card. Private Mitchell studied the I.D. to the finest detail, the way a child would a toy. From vast experience Peter Mitchell quickly realised that the card was indeed, a fake. He spoke the words “ Forgive me sir, but I cannot let you pass, ple

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