Big-Dog Fight

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… 

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Run

Massive 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.

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