Authors Notes: The song 'Somewhere Out There' is performed by Linda Ronstadt/James Ingram on the 'American Tail' soundtrack, but I have no idea who wrote it. If you have Real Audio and would like to listen to the song, go to: http://www.geocities.com/Nashville/Stage/9047/somewhere.htm
US Army Base
Lieutenant Templeton Peck was lying across his bunk playing solitaire (and cheating) when Colonel Smith suddenly stuck his head through the door.
"Come on Face, mail's here."
"All right!!!" Peck immediately forgot about his game as he followed his commander outside. All the men were gathering together in the hopes they would receive a letter or package from home. The young lieutenant went to stand next to his division called the A-Team.
Four very talented people made up the special forces unit. Besides the fast-talking debonair ‘Faceman' Peck, there was Sergeant ‘B.A.' Baracus, Captain H.M. ‘Howlin' Mad' Murdock, and of course their fearless leader Colonel John ‘Hannibal' Smith. Each man contributed something unique to the group which had earned the respect of many soldiers.
Face waited patiently for his name to be called out. B.A. had just been handed a package which most likely was from his mom. *I hope Clarice sent me a letter.* He smiled at that thought. Right before he'd been shipped off he met a beautiful young brunette by the name of Clarice Johnston who had promised to write to him every week.
And she had, without fail. He didn't know what he would have done without those letters. The thought that someone was waiting for him from the other side made it easier to get through the hellish times. Every note carrying the faint scent of perfume he received gave him the strength to get through ten combat missions.
Templeton found himself beside Murdock as Hannibal left carrying a thick envelope. Suddenly the man called out ‘Peck' and he stepped forward to receive his prize. Sure enough-- it was a letter from Clarice. He'd recognize that handwriting anywhere. He was on his way back to the barracks when a thought crossed his mind.
Never once since he'd known the captain had Murdock ever received a letter from home. Face knew the pilot had a father still living, so why didn't he write? Not that H.M. had ever complained... he'd always been the happy-go-lucky type. Nothing ever seemed to bother him. He turned to glance at the man who was in many ways like his brother. *At least he'll never be alone as long as we're with him.*
~Somewhere out there
Beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me
And loving me tonight~
B.A. Baracus munched on one of the cookies his mom had sent as he read the letter. Her loving words made the big guy long to be with her again. She spoke mainly of her church group and neighbors, but she also told him how proud she was of her ‘Scooter' and that he must never lose hope.
~Somewhere out there
Someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another
In that big somewhere out there~
Hannibal smiled at his sister's letter. She never failed to send him a joke or two to lift his spirits should he be feeling down. As he read on, he made a mental note to share the latest joke with his team.
~And even though I know
how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing
On the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby.
It helps to think we're sleeping
Underneath the same big sky~
Face blushed as Clarice shared her thoughts about what she'd rather be doing than writing him. He quickly glanced around the room to make sure B.A. and Hannibal hadn't noticed him squirm. Thankfully they were currently engrossed in their own notes. Yes, this letter was going to make for some interesting bedtime reading in the future.
~Somewhere out there
If love can see us through
Then we'll be together
Somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true.~
As he sat leaning against a tree, a lone soldier stared up at the stars and dreamt. He dreamt of a world with no war, where little kids grew up healthy and happy. He dreamt of one day settling down with a wife and raising a family... of having a dog. Of owing an airplane so he could soar through the clouds anytime he liked.
Murdock picked up a rock and threw it as hard as he could. A single tear slid down his cheek and he angrily wiped it away. *Pipe dreams. Stupid pipe dreams. Time to face reality, H.M. No one gives a damn about you or your dreams.*
Sometimes the wayward pilot felt as though his sanity was hanging on by a thread. All he had in the world was the rest of his unit. His own father hadn't shown as much compassion toward him in his whole life as Peck, Baracus, and Smith gave him in a simple training run.
Murdock sighed. Maybe his father didn't care about him enough to send him a letter from home, but as long as he had the companionship of his three best friends, the young captain knew everything would work out somehow. Or so he hoped.
(c) 2000 Shyler