My 1st short story , during world war 2
The Battle of England was taking its toll, at that time..
Being bombarded day and night relentlessly by the Luftwaffe, scouring the land all over shooting, bombarding factories , cities , towns anything that comes their way.. like bats.. coming in through the night attacking their prey and leaving unnoticed..
The whole heartbeat of England was full of anger and waiting for each and every moment to get back.
The German troops have taken over south of England and have succeeded in their master plan of crossing the channel, the courageous pilots did their best trying to stop each wave that kept coming from the other side but the Whermacht's war machine wasn't going to stop.
The fierce battles pushed the British as backwards as up to Scotland now it was a matter of life or death, Hitler's ongoing blitzkrieg is moving as fast lightning smashing each and every thing that comes or dares to stand in its way..
It was late 1942 , and the British are getting more and more depressed and agitated.. German panzers scouring the lands, their hawks scanning the skies every moment and establishing their foothold. all what remains of the British army has been pushed back.. and their only hope was to be able to smash the German air superiority once and for all on English soil , only then could they be able to push forward and reclaim their smashed dignity.
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Jerry Donovan came into the CO's (Commanding officer) office , opening the door with anger, shouting " I had them in sight , a full column of panzers and they were still starting their engines.. I could have got the clots off guard ! Why The Bloody Hell was I radioed to retreat!??? " , Jerry also known as " Dare Devil " for his dangerous but impeccable flying skills and daring maneuvers earning him the (DFC) (Distinguished Flying Cross), and shooting down over 40 German planes, was one of the well known and respected by all pilots and commanders yet they always seemed to find him quite in a rush to get to the Germans which they thought would lead to a disaster. With his squared face and reddish hair.. he earned the nickname and least the "Devil" part relating to his red hair.
The CO replied "Jerry, Orders are orders , you're on a Recon mission when I need to wipe out a column of panzers I'll send in a full squadron" , John McClellan, was a calm strong bloke with a hawk eye view. Eyeing Jerry he added " Don't worry Jerry, we're all as much eager to nail those clots just as you are old chap, HQ have their own mind and we follow that , and you know that more than anyone"
Jerry , looking back and trying to calm himself down, taking a deep breath " We need to get everyone of those bastards while we can I had the perfect opportunity, sometimes you office boys I just don't get you , I just don't get you AT ALL!! "
McClellan offered him a shot of whisky " here calm down old chap all will be coming in good time"
Jerry took the shot and swallowed it all at once feeling that burning feeling trickling down his throat only to make his anger grow greater.. he had a cut over his left eye , due to a shrapnel which hit him while his plane was being put under rain of bullets by a German pilot , It was the 1st time ever to be caught from his six and sure was the last , he managed to evade the pilot and went back right at him sending him into the field like a burning fireball.
Jerry left the office and decided to call it a day .. and went to the mess-hall to hang with the chums.
July 22nd 1942, 3 am In the morning,
In the East Lothian Airfield there was a gathering that early morning.. in the hangar near a huge blackboard a wing commander "Doddy Browning" was starting to talk
"Ok Listen up chaps, we've been waiting for this moment since quite sometime, we've been taking heat from those Blasted Jerries and its time we give them a taste of their own hell, With the Approval of Air Marshall Sir Robert Crown , we are to launch a major offensive this morning, and knock out every Radar Post , Every tank , fuel car , anything German that moves , or is standing still, we will have the chaps from the bombing section with us but this time we won't just cover them.. this is a total surprise attack ..so Destroy as much as you can we want to hit and hit them hard , each and everyone of you will be handed a file with specific targets to hit, we have scanned the area. very well and you will have approximately 5 minutes to hit your targets before the Buzzards show up and then it will all be one big circus" taking a deep breath and looking around for a moment and up outside at the still dark sky, the Wing commander adds " I will say this , and I will say it only once , Save your guns , do not fire them at all costs at any of your targets , you will be fitted with bombs each of you will have 4 bombs and 5 minutes to hit the targets. Save the Guns , I Repeat save the guns for the Buzzards , I don't want you stuck up with no ammo to fight Back..and that would spoil all the fun now would it" and for your information the German " Black Night Squadron" are going to be joining the circus and will do their best to whip you and shoot you down like flies so I expect you all have to give them a warm welcome" , the entire hangar giggled , even one of the chaps stood up and said " Are we allowed to take souvenirs Sir ? " he said it with a big smile and flames shining through his eyes , the wing commander replied " With Pleasure , But Shoot the Clot down first Bobby , I know you in person have a score to settle with the Black Night Squadron," Bobby nodded and sat down.
The Wing Commander went on to explain the details , the route and the way back and forth..and added in the end "This maneuver is targeted for 2 major things , we will clear the ground for a huge major offensive later this month for the ground chaps and to give a huge blow to the wehrmacht and the Luftwaffe". And then the wing commander looked and found Jerry and said " Dare Devil , I don't want any fancying around with your plane but on the other hand..Give them a piece of your mind , and also gentlemen your planes will be fitted today with twin 20 Cal and 2 30 Cal one on each wing "
"give them hell chaps and let them know that the RAF is far from done with them and that this is only the beginning"
All the pilots in the hangar took their notes rechecked with each other after opening their files , Jerry's target was that same tank column he saw earlier this morning and he grinned and whispered to himself " You're all mine"
The wing commander stopped at the door before leaving and jolted " Watch your Six , Watch your mate , Kick the Jerries and God speed "
The pilots all went to their rooms got their showers , breakfast earlier than usual and prepared themselves. They were about to embark on their biggest attack so far , as they've only been on the defense and haven't been on the offense since the beginning of the war it was time for them to give the Germans a taste of their own medicine.
5 am in the morning , all the planes lined up on the runaway ready for take off,
The Signal men readied themselves as all the spitfires and hurricanes lined up.
With each and every signal the planes took off two by two and going each in the opposite direction making half a circle and meeting up again to go to their rendez vous points.
Jerry met up with his wingman , Peter Grey call sign " Greyman", as they radioed each other Jerry grinned at him from this side of the plane " So Greyman are we going to be generous to our Hun friends today ? " Greyman replied " Oh yes we will and I bet you have a few extra things up your sleeve, so do you want to do a certain plan ? "
Jerry Added " I'll go for the last one in line , you go for the first one and then lets give them our presents"
Grey loved the idea specially how Jerry grinned when he mentioned the word " Presents"
As the wings met up and went to their rendez vous point with the bombing lads , and all took off to the their targets..
Plan was to bomb the targets then gather as a whole and give the buzzards a warm welcome.
Two more minutes before spreading. All pilots checked their gadgets and gauges for statistics and fuel and ammo.
Spreading moment came and every 2 planes started taking their paths to their targets..
It wasn't too far away when the 1st explosion was heard and the radio went " Tallyho"
Jerry grinned knowing his target wasn't far up ahead and radioed Greyman " Ready ?"
Greyman raised his thumb nodding and they both went down and started bombing the column, apparently the column had an anti aircraft unit with it so Jerry Shouted " Dare Devil to Greyman , Watch it Ack Ack " , Greyman replied " Acknowledged "
They both start weaving and moving down to hit their targets avoiding the anti-aircraft fire coming from the 4 tubes anti aircraft car.
Jerry lining up with the last tank , took his dive and went in.. whispering to himself " Steady.. , Steady.. Steady" and in a jolt " NOW!" and the bomb dropped precisely on his target hitting and blowing it up just at the same moment that Greyman had got the 1st tank.
Moving in to start bombing the rest of the column they went around a few times dropping their bombs and wiping out the column which couldn't escape since they were trapped in this pass. Greyman however while dropping his last bomb went too low and the anti-aircraft shot him right through the windscreen and he went diving into the column and blew up. Jerry's eyes widen up and shouted " Damn PETER!!!! NOOOOO" adrenaline flowed through his veins like never before , Peter has been his wingman since the beginning of the war and they won and lost each battle together , losing him now only pushed his hatred gauge to its maximum.
The column was no more, but he noticed the black smoke puffs of Ack Ack all over the sky and noticed as well black little dots coming from far away .. it was exactly as the wing commander had told them.. 5 minutes and the bastards were here..Jerry thought to himself
Moving to join the formation Jerry went back with his mates and the wing commander asked him where was Peter , and Jerry answered angrily that he went too low and got shot up.
The Wing Commander added " am sorry for that Jerry, lets go get those bastards"
Jerry replied with only one word " PLEASURE"
Jerry took the lead and flew right into the German formation disrupting them and driving them mad as they noticed the Devil sign on his plane , they knew who this was and he also noted that one of the planes had the mark of a wolf on it and next to it was the word Prinz , this would only be the notorious German ace "Franz Kaupfman" known to have shot down over 70 British planes on his own not to mention his sorties on the ground.
Focusing on the Target before him , Jerry got on to the six of one of them , steadying himself and getting at the appropriate distance , and pressed hard on the trigger as the 6 guns opened fire.. smashing bits and pieces off the plane from the 1st burst and the German plane started to trickle black smoke and then its nose dove and went down.
He went at another one and sent it down to flames as well ,
Turning around he found that the " Prinz " was darting right at him , they've had a few encounters before but none was able to shake the other and they had to leave both of them for being low on fuel
But now Jerry was not about to let this chance slip away from his hands not only would shooting down the Prinz be a personal victory to him but would be a worse blow to the Germans as it would mean that they lost their valuable ace and that would even raise the morale of the British but that was not what concerned Jerry , all what was on his mind is he's taking Prinz down and Franz was not going to let him have it that easily.
Right at this moment when Jerry caught Franz through his mirror he was trying to line up behind him and just at the moment when Franz pressed on the trigger , Jerry was looping upwards and behind and Franz's Bullets had missed by an inch..
Franz moved swiftly to avoid being the one to be hunted and dived left , as Jerry re-adjusted himself he couldn't find Franz anymore.. only a second to find him sneaking up behind him again..
This time he dived left but his right wing got some bullets through it but he managed to escape , the chance went on as Franz tried several times and successfully put holes through the body of Jerry's plane and Jerry Grumbled " Bastard , am going to get you if it is the last thing I do, " knowing if he doesn't manage to slip from the ace German's grip once and for all he shall remain the hunted and that would mean his doom as Franz is known to be the calm and cold killer type , he takes his time and his aim and is relentlessly patient and persistant which and always had honor when a plane was in smoke he wouldn't follow on it knowing it would drop soon and so he got the name Prinz.
Jerry in quite a tight spot now not knowing how to avoid the bullets and the precise aiming of Franz..
In his mind Jerry started to think so fast and knew he had to come up with something and he had to fast or else he will end up under a stone.
In a daring move he dived and twisted his plane upside down and Franz for the 1st time couldn't see his prey before his eyes and started looking left and right of his cockpit trying to find him. And for now found himself being the hunted trying to shake Jerry off him by doing fake maneuvers to the left and to the right but Jerry wouldn't be shook off, he knew his adversary very well and knew every move he did.
Steadily getting closer and take each pace at its time trying to line him up Jerry was thinking to himself " Come on , Franz, its just you and me , you had me all the time you wanted but you blew it and its my time now!"
At the correct distance Jerry Started to jabbed on trigger and the guns blazed out as Franz tried to Evade him but this time had his tail all shot off and his propeller stopped. And Franz's plane started to Dive.
Jerry didn't believe the sight..he wanted to shoot him down so badly but never thought it would be this way . The Prinz was taking a dangerous spin on its way down , and no parachutes were to be sighted no where , trying to look for any trace of life , Jerry circled watching the Prinz go down and then a big blast , The Prinz was Gone and was no more!
Taking a deep breath and realizing how much Franz was a noble man as much as he felt a moment of relief he felt that he could have been friends with this man one day if it wasn't for such a bloody war or may have never knew each other..
Still filled with smoke and puffs of Ack Ack the sky was still full with fighters all over the place its just as the wing commander put it " The Circus " , checking his gauges he noted he's starting to get low on fuel , and also that the some of the pointers weren't pointing right
Deciding to head back , adjusting his course and checking the map, Jerry makes his way home,
Heading back and almost there now adjusting and preparing for landing, he starts to lower his undercarriage for landing and noticing the right wheel wouldn't come down.
" Blasted, Wheel, just what I need a bloody belly landing! "
The airfield soon appeared and the tarmac runway and the signal men.. and started noticing there's one wheel down , soon the ambulance was on the side of the way and the fire brigade.
Jerry held on to the stick and pulled it as hard as he can and pressing the breaks as hard as he can. And his spit touches the ground but the left wheel breaks and the spit lands on its belly sending it spinning and all what was on his mind is that he kept shouting " Godamn it Betty STOP!!!!" ,his plane was named " Betty" and he kept spinning and everyone was holding their breath waiting for the plane to stop in order to be able to at least get close..
A few more spins and the spit came to a halt..feeling a bit dizzy in his cockpit Jerry kept cursing the bullets he got by Franz for a moment.. and then took a deep breath , pushing backwards the hood and pulling himself out of the cockpit. He jumps off and gets to the ground and everyone looks at him with wide eyes and the wing commander comes towards him with a big smile " You always have to make and entrance don't you Jerry?"
Shaking his head for a moment and then replying " I Got Prinz"
The Wing Commander nodded " yes Lad , I saw him go down and blow up was a sad sight but also we needed that"
The Spit with the Devil Insignia on it stood there as the mechanics went rushing to it to fix it.
They all stood there , all the pilots looked at the sky.. and knew this was the beginning of a new time and a new phase.. They Did it.. they kicked back. And now they're fighting back..
The End.
Short story by Tarek Refaat
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Written on 2005-08-21 at 12:42
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The Flight Of Lightning
The Battle of England was taking its toll, at that time..
Being bombarded day and night relentlessly by the Luftwaffe, scouring the land all over shooting, bombarding factories , cities , towns anything that comes their way.. like bats.. coming in through the night attacking their prey and leaving unnoticed..
The whole heartbeat of England was full of anger and waiting for each and every moment to get back.
The German troops have taken over south of England and have succeeded in their master plan of crossing the channel, the courageous pilots did their best trying to stop each wave that kept coming from the other side but the Whermacht's war machine wasn't going to stop.
The fierce battles pushed the British as backwards as up to Scotland now it was a matter of life or death, Hitler's ongoing blitzkrieg is moving as fast lightning smashing each and every thing that comes or dares to stand in its way..
It was late 1942 , and the British are getting more and more depressed and agitated.. German panzers scouring the lands, their hawks scanning the skies every moment and establishing their foothold. all what remains of the British army has been pushed back.. and their only hope was to be able to smash the German air superiority once and for all on English soil , only then could they be able to push forward and reclaim their smashed dignity.
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Jerry Donovan came into the CO's (Commanding officer) office , opening the door with anger, shouting " I had them in sight , a full column of panzers and they were still starting their engines.. I could have got the clots off guard ! Why The Bloody Hell was I radioed to retreat!??? " , Jerry also known as " Dare Devil " for his dangerous but impeccable flying skills and daring maneuvers earning him the (DFC) (Distinguished Flying Cross), and shooting down over 40 German planes, was one of the well known and respected by all pilots and commanders yet they always seemed to find him quite in a rush to get to the Germans which they thought would lead to a disaster. With his squared face and reddish hair.. he earned the nickname and least the "Devil" part relating to his red hair.
The CO replied "Jerry, Orders are orders , you're on a Recon mission when I need to wipe out a column of panzers I'll send in a full squadron" , John McClellan, was a calm strong bloke with a hawk eye view. Eyeing Jerry he added " Don't worry Jerry, we're all as much eager to nail those clots just as you are old chap, HQ have their own mind and we follow that , and you know that more than anyone"
Jerry , looking back and trying to calm himself down, taking a deep breath " We need to get everyone of those bastards while we can I had the perfect opportunity, sometimes you office boys I just don't get you , I just don't get you AT ALL!! "
McClellan offered him a shot of whisky " here calm down old chap all will be coming in good time"
Jerry took the shot and swallowed it all at once feeling that burning feeling trickling down his throat only to make his anger grow greater.. he had a cut over his left eye , due to a shrapnel which hit him while his plane was being put under rain of bullets by a German pilot , It was the 1st time ever to be caught from his six and sure was the last , he managed to evade the pilot and went back right at him sending him into the field like a burning fireball.
Jerry left the office and decided to call it a day .. and went to the mess-hall to hang with the chums.
July 22nd 1942, 3 am In the morning,
In the East Lothian Airfield there was a gathering that early morning.. in the hangar near a huge blackboard a wing commander "Doddy Browning" was starting to talk
"Ok Listen up chaps, we've been waiting for this moment since quite sometime, we've been taking heat from those Blasted Jerries and its time we give them a taste of their own hell, With the Approval of Air Marshall Sir Robert Crown , we are to launch a major offensive this morning, and knock out every Radar Post , Every tank , fuel car , anything German that moves , or is standing still, we will have the chaps from the bombing section with us but this time we won't just cover them.. this is a total surprise attack ..so Destroy as much as you can we want to hit and hit them hard , each and everyone of you will be handed a file with specific targets to hit, we have scanned the area. very well and you will have approximately 5 minutes to hit your targets before the Buzzards show up and then it will all be one big circus" taking a deep breath and looking around for a moment and up outside at the still dark sky, the Wing commander adds " I will say this , and I will say it only once , Save your guns , do not fire them at all costs at any of your targets , you will be fitted with bombs each of you will have 4 bombs and 5 minutes to hit the targets. Save the Guns , I Repeat save the guns for the Buzzards , I don't want you stuck up with no ammo to fight Back..and that would spoil all the fun now would it" and for your information the German " Black Night Squadron" are going to be joining the circus and will do their best to whip you and shoot you down like flies so I expect you all have to give them a warm welcome" , the entire hangar giggled , even one of the chaps stood up and said " Are we allowed to take souvenirs Sir ? " he said it with a big smile and flames shining through his eyes , the wing commander replied " With Pleasure , But Shoot the Clot down first Bobby , I know you in person have a score to settle with the Black Night Squadron," Bobby nodded and sat down.
The Wing Commander went on to explain the details , the route and the way back and forth..and added in the end "This maneuver is targeted for 2 major things , we will clear the ground for a huge major offensive later this month for the ground chaps and to give a huge blow to the wehrmacht and the Luftwaffe". And then the wing commander looked and found Jerry and said " Dare Devil , I don't want any fancying around with your plane but on the other hand..Give them a piece of your mind , and also gentlemen your planes will be fitted today with twin 20 Cal and 2 30 Cal one on each wing "
"give them hell chaps and let them know that the RAF is far from done with them and that this is only the beginning"
All the pilots in the hangar took their notes rechecked with each other after opening their files , Jerry's target was that same tank column he saw earlier this morning and he grinned and whispered to himself " You're all mine"
The wing commander stopped at the door before leaving and jolted " Watch your Six , Watch your mate , Kick the Jerries and God speed "
The pilots all went to their rooms got their showers , breakfast earlier than usual and prepared themselves. They were about to embark on their biggest attack so far , as they've only been on the defense and haven't been on the offense since the beginning of the war it was time for them to give the Germans a taste of their own medicine.
5 am in the morning , all the planes lined up on the runaway ready for take off,
The Signal men readied themselves as all the spitfires and hurricanes lined up.
With each and every signal the planes took off two by two and going each in the opposite direction making half a circle and meeting up again to go to their rendez vous points.
Jerry met up with his wingman , Peter Grey call sign " Greyman", as they radioed each other Jerry grinned at him from this side of the plane " So Greyman are we going to be generous to our Hun friends today ? " Greyman replied " Oh yes we will and I bet you have a few extra things up your sleeve, so do you want to do a certain plan ? "
Jerry Added " I'll go for the last one in line , you go for the first one and then lets give them our presents"
Grey loved the idea specially how Jerry grinned when he mentioned the word " Presents"
As the wings met up and went to their rendez vous point with the bombing lads , and all took off to the their targets..
Plan was to bomb the targets then gather as a whole and give the buzzards a warm welcome.
Two more minutes before spreading. All pilots checked their gadgets and gauges for statistics and fuel and ammo.
Spreading moment came and every 2 planes started taking their paths to their targets..
It wasn't too far away when the 1st explosion was heard and the radio went " Tallyho"
Jerry grinned knowing his target wasn't far up ahead and radioed Greyman " Ready ?"
Greyman raised his thumb nodding and they both went down and started bombing the column, apparently the column had an anti aircraft unit with it so Jerry Shouted " Dare Devil to Greyman , Watch it Ack Ack " , Greyman replied " Acknowledged "
They both start weaving and moving down to hit their targets avoiding the anti-aircraft fire coming from the 4 tubes anti aircraft car.
Jerry lining up with the last tank , took his dive and went in.. whispering to himself " Steady.. , Steady.. Steady" and in a jolt " NOW!" and the bomb dropped precisely on his target hitting and blowing it up just at the same moment that Greyman had got the 1st tank.
Moving in to start bombing the rest of the column they went around a few times dropping their bombs and wiping out the column which couldn't escape since they were trapped in this pass. Greyman however while dropping his last bomb went too low and the anti-aircraft shot him right through the windscreen and he went diving into the column and blew up. Jerry's eyes widen up and shouted " Damn PETER!!!! NOOOOO" adrenaline flowed through his veins like never before , Peter has been his wingman since the beginning of the war and they won and lost each battle together , losing him now only pushed his hatred gauge to its maximum.
The column was no more, but he noticed the black smoke puffs of Ack Ack all over the sky and noticed as well black little dots coming from far away .. it was exactly as the wing commander had told them.. 5 minutes and the bastards were here..Jerry thought to himself
Moving to join the formation Jerry went back with his mates and the wing commander asked him where was Peter , and Jerry answered angrily that he went too low and got shot up.
The Wing Commander added " am sorry for that Jerry, lets go get those bastards"
Jerry replied with only one word " PLEASURE"
Jerry took the lead and flew right into the German formation disrupting them and driving them mad as they noticed the Devil sign on his plane , they knew who this was and he also noted that one of the planes had the mark of a wolf on it and next to it was the word Prinz , this would only be the notorious German ace "Franz Kaupfman" known to have shot down over 70 British planes on his own not to mention his sorties on the ground.
Focusing on the Target before him , Jerry got on to the six of one of them , steadying himself and getting at the appropriate distance , and pressed hard on the trigger as the 6 guns opened fire.. smashing bits and pieces off the plane from the 1st burst and the German plane started to trickle black smoke and then its nose dove and went down.
He went at another one and sent it down to flames as well ,
Turning around he found that the " Prinz " was darting right at him , they've had a few encounters before but none was able to shake the other and they had to leave both of them for being low on fuel
But now Jerry was not about to let this chance slip away from his hands not only would shooting down the Prinz be a personal victory to him but would be a worse blow to the Germans as it would mean that they lost their valuable ace and that would even raise the morale of the British but that was not what concerned Jerry , all what was on his mind is he's taking Prinz down and Franz was not going to let him have it that easily.
Right at this moment when Jerry caught Franz through his mirror he was trying to line up behind him and just at the moment when Franz pressed on the trigger , Jerry was looping upwards and behind and Franz's Bullets had missed by an inch..
Franz moved swiftly to avoid being the one to be hunted and dived left , as Jerry re-adjusted himself he couldn't find Franz anymore.. only a second to find him sneaking up behind him again..
This time he dived left but his right wing got some bullets through it but he managed to escape , the chance went on as Franz tried several times and successfully put holes through the body of Jerry's plane and Jerry Grumbled " Bastard , am going to get you if it is the last thing I do, " knowing if he doesn't manage to slip from the ace German's grip once and for all he shall remain the hunted and that would mean his doom as Franz is known to be the calm and cold killer type , he takes his time and his aim and is relentlessly patient and persistant which and always had honor when a plane was in smoke he wouldn't follow on it knowing it would drop soon and so he got the name Prinz.
Jerry in quite a tight spot now not knowing how to avoid the bullets and the precise aiming of Franz..
In his mind Jerry started to think so fast and knew he had to come up with something and he had to fast or else he will end up under a stone.
In a daring move he dived and twisted his plane upside down and Franz for the 1st time couldn't see his prey before his eyes and started looking left and right of his cockpit trying to find him. And for now found himself being the hunted trying to shake Jerry off him by doing fake maneuvers to the left and to the right but Jerry wouldn't be shook off, he knew his adversary very well and knew every move he did.
Steadily getting closer and take each pace at its time trying to line him up Jerry was thinking to himself " Come on , Franz, its just you and me , you had me all the time you wanted but you blew it and its my time now!"
At the correct distance Jerry Started to jabbed on trigger and the guns blazed out as Franz tried to Evade him but this time had his tail all shot off and his propeller stopped. And Franz's plane started to Dive.
Jerry didn't believe the sight..he wanted to shoot him down so badly but never thought it would be this way . The Prinz was taking a dangerous spin on its way down , and no parachutes were to be sighted no where , trying to look for any trace of life , Jerry circled watching the Prinz go down and then a big blast , The Prinz was Gone and was no more!
Taking a deep breath and realizing how much Franz was a noble man as much as he felt a moment of relief he felt that he could have been friends with this man one day if it wasn't for such a bloody war or may have never knew each other..
Still filled with smoke and puffs of Ack Ack the sky was still full with fighters all over the place its just as the wing commander put it " The Circus " , checking his gauges he noted he's starting to get low on fuel , and also that the some of the pointers weren't pointing right
Deciding to head back , adjusting his course and checking the map, Jerry makes his way home,
Heading back and almost there now adjusting and preparing for landing, he starts to lower his undercarriage for landing and noticing the right wheel wouldn't come down.
" Blasted, Wheel, just what I need a bloody belly landing! "
The airfield soon appeared and the tarmac runway and the signal men.. and started noticing there's one wheel down , soon the ambulance was on the side of the way and the fire brigade.
Jerry held on to the stick and pulled it as hard as he can and pressing the breaks as hard as he can. And his spit touches the ground but the left wheel breaks and the spit lands on its belly sending it spinning and all what was on his mind is that he kept shouting " Godamn it Betty STOP!!!!" ,his plane was named " Betty" and he kept spinning and everyone was holding their breath waiting for the plane to stop in order to be able to at least get close..
A few more spins and the spit came to a halt..feeling a bit dizzy in his cockpit Jerry kept cursing the bullets he got by Franz for a moment.. and then took a deep breath , pushing backwards the hood and pulling himself out of the cockpit. He jumps off and gets to the ground and everyone looks at him with wide eyes and the wing commander comes towards him with a big smile " You always have to make and entrance don't you Jerry?"
Shaking his head for a moment and then replying " I Got Prinz"
The Wing Commander nodded " yes Lad , I saw him go down and blow up was a sad sight but also we needed that"
The Spit with the Devil Insignia on it stood there as the mechanics went rushing to it to fix it.
They all stood there , all the pilots looked at the sky.. and knew this was the beginning of a new time and a new phase.. They Did it.. they kicked back. And now they're fighting back..
The End.
Short story by Tarek Refaat
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Written on 2005-08-21 at 12:42
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