[ WP ] A WWII Bomber crew returns from a training mission to find their island airbase completely deserted . ( no signs of a fight or anything all personnel just gone )

The cargo in the back of the C-47 shifted slightly as the plane banked making the final turn towards the island. The change in the aircrafts pitch was enough a raise the hung-over co-pilot from his nap. 
 “ Rise and shine there sir, we are almost there. ” The other man at the control stick enthusiastically clamored. 
 
 
 “ Ah, Hopkins you get way too excited about these supply runs. Wake me when we land. ” The heavy eyed Staff Sargent whimpered as he lowered his officer ’ s hat over his eyes to block out the sun. 
 
 
 Hopkins rolled his eyes as he turned back to the task at hand. The glass in the altimeter gage rattled as the plane started to resist the air currents as it made its final approach. Hopkins had made hundreds of landings even before the war, but that was only a small crop duster back on his family ’ s farm. Almost every time Hopkins had flown with Staff Sargent Grant he had found some excuse to make him do the landings. 
 
 
 The landing went mostly ok, as far as landings go. The plane only bounced once after touching down. Certainly not the most professional way to bring a bird in, but great for waking up hung over Officers sleeping off a bender in the next seat. 
 
 
 “ Wow their cowboy, your starting to get the handle of this gal. Keep flying like that and the Japs might recruit you as a kamikaze ” Grant sarcastically said grinning at Hopkins. 
 “ Yeah, keep it up chuckles. You remember our deal, I do the flying you do the paperwork. ” Hopkins said while handing Grant the flight log. 
 
 
 Hopkins took one last look at the controls to ensure all knobs were in their proper place, he did not want a repeat of the ass chewing her received back on Honolulu. Hopkins then climbed down the ladder and into the cargo bay. 
 
 
 “ Well looks like all the soap made it Sir. ” Hopkins shouted up into the cockpit. 
 Grant busy scribbling down fuel numbers and other info into the flight log simply waved his hand dismissively saying “ that ’ s great kid, go find out where they want us to park the old gal. ” Hopkins simply nodded back and hopped out the crew hatch. 
 
 
 Sure bullets and bombs won wars, but no one ever thinks about the soap and other small necessities soldiers need in the field. Staff Sargent Grant and Technical Sargent Hopkins had spent much of the war moving shipments of the little necessities of war. A few days ago it was pallets of bedding, today it was soap. Staff Sargent Grant had just finished checking the last pallet off his list when he looked at his watch. 
 
 
 It had been about 20 minutes and still no sign of Hopkins. He must be getting run up the flag pole for not giving the proper respects to a superior or something Grant thought to himself. The boy was a good pilot but the military was not his calling. Grant had done his best to keep Hopkins out of trouble, but somehow trouble always found him. 

