The plane breaks apart, falling out of the sky in fragments of burning metal. Its altitude was so low that I did not see any parachutes before the debris hit the water.
I slowly peel my eyes away from the wreckage in order to adjust the bombsight. We are at 2,000 meters, travelling at 220 knots, with winds at 14km/h from East by Southeast. My eyes shut for just a moment.
Danielle…
Read MoreMassive streaks of flame erupt from the great guns of the battle-wagon as we descend.
“Not too close boys,” I order, wanting to keep as much distance from my little flight and the projectiles of that belching behemoth.
I step slightly away as Isa lights the wick of the final firebomb. She then takes my hand, pulls me out of the room, and throws the explosive-filled bottle back inside.
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