The Alarm went off as it always did every morning, stirring Amelia from her sleep, the groggy girl rising and getting up today… Everything is different. She rose and slid on those.. All familiar blue jeans and her patch adorned jacket today… She would start to bring old aircraft to life , the venerable Fairchild C-119 Boxcar. Everything was packed up ready cameras checked strapped into her truck and took the drive that hopefully would lead to her dreams saving old aircraft world wide.
Amelia stepped from her truck an hour later slowly she was in familiar air to her the ground was sacred to her she stared at the boxcar hoping this was the moment she would get to change her course in life. The morning was cold but it didn't bother her. There was the boxcar looking as if it was ready for her waiting shed walk inside it leaving the old sorrows the pain it would fade. To her left was the cockpit, her right as the old door clunkled shut the cargo bay and its allure but she went to climb for the cockpit to see what she had been dreaming of since she was 5.
The airframe made soft clunks as she climbed the short ladder up into the flight deck, the thoughts inside her head going silent as she looked across the windows that controls the panel absorbing it all. Amelia had spent countless hours flying in her sims all over the world from the Wright flyer to the F-22 but none had stuck with her as deeply as the boxcar. She was just 5 when she got her first sim Xplane no other numbers or naming to leaving her wondering for years what version she first flew.
Amelia always played across seemingly drawn to the older planes till she loaded the Boxcar, the old look and the rumble of its sounds stuck with her for decades. Today she stood before something she'd yearned for decades since that day but now as she stood in the cargo bay of the boxcar it became clear to her the love, the passion and the need to save the boxcars and with tears in her eyes the realization that others are relying on her too.