Greg checked the mirror, self-consciously smoothing his hair.  He wanted to impress her.  This was his first date with a girl, after all.

The clear glass suddenly transformed into a swirling silver mist.  Greg watched, transfixed.  What was happening?

A uniformed figure approached through the mist and saluted him.  Greg’s eyes widened.  He didn’t recognise the face, but it looked strangely familiar.  It closely resembled his father and uncle, but he was sure he’d never seen it before.

Greg blinked.  In an instant, the vision disappeared.

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The tension in the aircraft was intense.  Everyone on board knew the danger of night-time missions over enemy lines.

In the cockpit, Greg glanced at his reflection in the misty window.  It triggered a hazy memory from long ago.  With a jolt, he realised the face he’d seen in that mirror was his own.

A klaxon sounded.  The plane shuddered and nosedived …