Delays

Hey guys it's BB1968 again, and I want to clear up a few things. I know that I promised the fourth chapter of WOAFOHR to be out already, but real life has gotten in my way. As it stands I work two jobs and as I type I am just finally relaxing after a 13 hour shift doing basic construction. Wall framing, insulation, floor removal, sheet rock, the works. I usually don't work less than 8 hours a day usually doing this type of labor and its very tiring. Because of all of this I just simply do not have the time to write and it has put me badly behind. I hope you guys can understand this, but as a show of how much I care for you who follow this story, I am going to put all of what I have written for the fourth chapter here in this post. So thank you all for your time and pacients, and I hope I can do you proud when this chapter is fully completed. This has been Mason, A.K.A Bucking Bronco 1968, and I'll see you guys later.

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When Only A Feather Of Hope Remains-Chapter 4: Sisters In War (WIP)

Dash was trying her hardest not to cry, only because she was in front of the majority of her crew, but she wasn’t doing too well. “I was starting to think I’d never see you again Dash.” Scootaloo replied as she hugged her sister tighter. The barely detectable shake in her voice being the only give away she was on the brink of tears as well. “Same here Squirt.” Dash quietly stated. The two pulled away from each other finally, and looked over the other’s bandaged body. “You look like hell.” They said in near perfect sink, before laughing and collapsing back into the hug. They embraced in silence for a few more moments, until, “What the bloody ‘ell is this?” ”Fucking Scotish prick.” Dash mumbled under her breath before turning to the members of her crew, her hoof hanging around Scootaloo’s neck. “Guy’s, this is my sister Scootaloo. She’s a pilot for the 49th.” Her screw stared in shock, well all except for Disty, she was just smiling at the back of the group. “Wait wait wait wait, hold on a second. You have a sister, and she’s a pilot for the 49th. Since the hell when?”Ace yelled from the middle of the group. Scootaloo cracked a smile, “Formation Commander and holder of the 2nd highest confirmed victory count in the air force, 49th fighter squadron pilot actually. And I’ve been with the squadron since the beginning of the war.” Rainbow didn’t try to hide her smile, “That’s my sis, setting records and kicking Arabian ass!” “But, you’re plane only had seven flags on it. How’s that work?” Ditsty asked. Scootaloo caught sight of the fellow Ponyville native, “Oh hey Ditsy, didn’t see you back there. And that is actually easier to explain that you might believe. That’s my fourth aircraft, and I only mark down the victories I get on each plane respectfully.” The whole crew’s, especially Dash’s, eyes grew at that. “You’ve been shot down three times?”Lucky asked. Scootaloo burst out laughing, “Oh dear Faust no! I’d lose my spot as Formation Commander if that was the case. No, I’ve only technically been shot down once, wasn’t too much of a loss. I only had three kills with that P-51. I have the three from that one, seven from the scrap metal sitting outside, thirteen with my P-48 that’s back at the squadron base, and then twenty-nine with my P-38 baby that’s also at base.” Everyone around Scootaloo started to do mental math, adding up the victory count. “.....carry the one, wait, that means you have fifty two victories! God damn girl!” Cannon said, being the quickest to put everything together. “Yeah not half bad. Though a good chunk of those are tanks, mostly with bombs and rockets from my P-47. Only six of the kills with my P-47 come from other aircraft. Three of my kills in the P-38 are from tanks too, now there are a few stories there.” Scootaloo said as she joined the group proper. “Well, don’t leave us hangin’ lass!” Lead Leg said when Scootaloo didn’t elaborate after throwing that bait out. Scootaloo just shot him a look, “Keep it in your sheath Scotty. First, why don’t you introduce me to your crew Dash.”Dash laughed at the look of pure rage that came across Lead’s face, before she gathered herself back up. “Well you already know Scotsman and Ditsy, the one with the busted nose in the back is Lucky, the one with the destroyed head is Ace, Turtle is the one was the broken leg, and then there’s Cannon, who has the shoulder bite. The one in the back with the cast is Sparky”  The four gunners and radio operator rattled off different versions of hello before Dash turned back to Scootaloo, “Course we’re still missing two of our own. Sorin and D.D. are still back in the hospital healing up from our landing.” Scootaloo looked almost shocked, “You have D.D. on your crew, damn Dash that’s gotta be fun.”