Dogfight

You turn away, there's no need to confront a possible German today. Humming a little half remembered song about French ladies, you soar easily over the trenches.

Your offkey tune is interupted by an itchy premonition. The airplane, now clearly a German triplane, is trying to sneak up on you from out of the rising sun!

A warzone is no place for a pacifist, you think as you-