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tonight,” Budd whispered to Blake.  “The storm is heading right toward us.”
    “I know what you mean,” Blake answered.  I think I even hear lightning in the far distance.”
    Pep spoke up as they continued walking,  “When we are really in combat, we can't be sissies.  It won't  matter what the weather's like, we'll just have to keep going.”
    “I guess you're right,” said Budd.  “Only I'd like to stay alive to see a mission  Do you realize that a large number of servicemen actually die in training?”
    Blake laughed nervously.  “That's crazy.“
    The crew climbed aboard the plane and strapped on their seat belts.  They stored near them their emergency backpacks containing parachutes that had been carefully packed for them.  Budd squeezed himself into the small compartment at the tail of the plane.
    “All right,” announced Pep.  “We are going to fly over the city and do some assimilation of bombings to give our bombardier some practice.  Then we'll give Budd some assimilated practice as well.”
    Flying through the storm, the plane jerked roughly up and down.  The jerky motions made Budd feel sick.  He hated to think that he, a tail gunner, got motion sickness.  He sure wouldn't let that information out of the bag.  There was no way he was going to throw up in the plane and let everyone see it.  That could be the end of his career as a tail gunner.
    The vision in the great hall was turned off for a moment.  Angel Crystal floated up to the front.
    “All right,” she said.  “As you can see, this is a dangerous situation.  The guardian angels of these boys need to be on the alert and ready to act at any moment.  What dangers are presented here?”
    Felix raised his hand.
    “Yes, Felix,” Angel Crystal asked.
    “All of the men are in danger from the storm and the impending lightning.  They could go down or crash if their plane were to be struck.”
    “Okay,” said Crystal.  “That's definitely one of the dangers here.”
    I raised my hand and spoke when called upon. “I think that that man in the tail of the plane is getting sick.  It looks like there is something really wrong with him.”
    “Possibly.  What can we do to help him?”
    Kevin raised his hand.
    “Yes?”
    “I don't think there is much we can do for him or the others at this moment other than stand by really close to see what happens and then act quickly to save them.”
    “That's good,” said Crystal.  “That is the answer I am looking for.  We are not supposed to interfere until it is absolutely necessary.  These boys are well trained and may make it through the storm just fine.  So as guardian angels, we should remain close to see what happens and if we are needed, then act.”
    Crystal went back to her place float-sitting with the other two directors and the room was darkened.
    The vision continued.
    Budd was desperate and willing to take a chance.  He had never felt so sick in his entire life.  He didn't usually get motion sickness, perhaps his dinner wasn't agreeing with him.  As he was getting the dry heaves, he forced open the hatch at the back of the plane, not even caring that he could be sucked out of the plane.  Budd immediately vomited in an explosion into the air.  He quickly closed the hatch.  A look of relief showed on his face.  The plane continued flying on, avoiding the lightning and other dangers, as if nothing happened, finished the assimilation and returned to base camp.
    The lights came on and Angel Crystal floated to the front of the room.  “Do you think that the guardian angels had to intervene in this scenario?”
    A freshman  in the back raised her hand. “I think that a guardian angel must have helped that guy shut the hatch.  It would have been very difficult for him to do it with all of the air pressure around the plane.”
    “Okay,” said Crystal.  “How many of you think this is what happened?”
    More than half of the students raised their