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. 


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