Most of the soldiers sat quietly, lost in their thoughts or maybe just playing a part in a daydream. Once in a while, some soldier would convulse, as if snatched from slumber....and then he would relax once more. Sometimes you could hear someone whisper to themselves about their mother or wife. Nothing in particular, other than their name and a few loving words. The younger kids, straight out of high school, would reminisce about their best girl, only for a moment, and then go silent again.
The chopper was dark inside and strangely quiet with very little turbulence or vibration. It was also very dark outside and raining, which caused the inside of the chopper to feel cold and heavy like a blanket of old snow. Also, no one was geared up, nor was anyone wearing a helmet. The uniforms were also surprisingly clean, as were the troops.
The flight seemed to take all night, but finally the dark was washed away by a warm and brilliant sun that immediately brought smiles to every man on board. The clouds looked like liquid crystal, shimmering and expanding in all directions. Slowly....very slowly, the chopper descended. Everyone was trying to look out and identify the surroundings. The transport chopper stopped in midair and hovered for a few moments, and then landed like a feather on a pillow. The men were ordered out by the pilot. Once out, the transport quickly lifted and took off as over the horizon, there were still more choppers coming in. The soldiers immediately formed ranks. The formation was then marched a short distance to a magnificent gate, and then marched in, everyman in perfect step. As they entered, they passed an old and distinguished man dressed in a white jogging suit. He smiled and waved, and then called out....”Well done lads, well done." It was Saint Peter.