He looked again at his right arm. He could see blood dripping from it onto the cockpit floor, and thought of his jungle kit with its bandages. He reached for it with his right arm without thinking, and excruciating pain shot up all the way up his shoulder. I’ll wait, he thought, grimacing and nodding slowly.
With his head spinning, Jimmy thought of his wife, Margaret Ann, his Mara. She appeared before his eyes, seemed so real that he thought he might reach out and touch her. He smiled, thinking how he had loved her all of his life. He saw her now as he had first seen her, on the swing at the elementary school playground all those years before. He thought of their baby, Claire, now eleven months old, whom he had never seen. Despite his disorientation and pain, he thought: I would trade my life to see Mara and our baby together, just once see them both.
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