Mothership
Jan. 17th, 2007 09:15 amThat's the title which presented itself for one of the mentally backburnered stories, while I was lying awake last night waiting for the police helicopter to go away. I'm not sure of all the details yet, but there's more of it than there was.
I'm drawing a mental blank on wars in which someone born around 1915 might have lost a son. Too early for Vietnam (I think -- Vietnam isn't a huge part of the British national consciousness), too late for WWII or Korea. Maybe a test pilot program instead?
I still haven't a clue how the search party gets upstairs in the current effort, though.
I'm drawing a mental blank on wars in which someone born around 1915 might have lost a son. Too early for Vietnam (I think -- Vietnam isn't a huge part of the British national consciousness), too late for WWII or Korea. Maybe a test pilot program instead?
I still haven't a clue how the search party gets upstairs in the current effort, though.
