Who: Zinda (narrative but open if you want it?) What: Hanging out with old folks? When: Thursday March 24, backdate Where: VA nursing home (NYC)
Zinda took a long sip from her water bottle before dealing out the cards. She tried to make it here for a visit as often as possible, but it was starting to get a little depressing, as there seemed to be one less in their group most times she came by to visit.
These weren't the men she'd personally fought with, but that never mattered. There was something about a war that brought people together even decades later.
She'd started visiting not too terribly long after she'd shown up in this time. The first thing she'd done was look up the Blackhawks, they'd all since passed except Lui Huang, and by the time she'd gotten clearance to visit him in China he had little memory of what was going on.
So she'd found some surrogates who seemed to take the fact that she hadn't aged in stride.
"It's in a hanger in an air field in Jersey." She started explaining as she went around the table. "I haven't been there in a few weeks."
"Plane like that shouldn't be ignored." The man to her right teased.
"I'll have to bring pictures next time. But finding the right parts for a Curtiss divebomber has been hell." She paused looking at her cards and making a bet. "I'll get her in the air though."