Dogfight
No no no no no!!!!!!
You pound the useless metal in a rage, weeping openly.
Suddenly, you hear the drone of the German's engine. Your back tenses for the shot that it coming. You close your eyes briefly, but then when nothing happens, you open them again.
The DR1 is alongside you, practically touching wingtips. The pilot takes his hand off his gun and salutes you solemnly, then raises the nose of the airplane in a long wingover, swooping off to the left towards the German front.
Somehow, you nurse your plane back to your lines, landing next to some British trenches. Tea from a thermos never tasted so good.
You pound the useless metal in a rage, weeping openly.
Suddenly, you hear the drone of the German's engine. Your back tenses for the shot that it coming. You close your eyes briefly, but then when nothing happens, you open them again.
The DR1 is alongside you, practically touching wingtips. The pilot takes his hand off his gun and salutes you solemnly, then raises the nose of the airplane in a long wingover, swooping off to the left towards the German front.
Somehow, you nurse your plane back to your lines, landing next to some British trenches. Tea from a thermos never tasted so good.
