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I ran out across the airfield and quickly climbed the steps into my aircraft. It was dark and there was a cold breeze in the air. I wrapped my scarf even tighter round my head and started the propellers. A voice crackled over the intercom as Jack Harris came in over the intercom. “Nice night for flying, eh chaps?” I chuckled but was cut short by the barking commands of Necrosis over the wavelength. “Right lads, important raid tonight. Head north and make sure the Navy boys don’t need any assistance before heading west over the Atlantic. Any questions?”

“Target sir?” I asked gingerly. “It’s on a need to know basis, you’ll get co-ordinates when you approach North America.” And with that, we were off. Keeping in tight formation, 30 bombers roared North and the ever approaching battle that it brought. The navy operation was truly underway, frigates and battleships pounded at on shore targets whilst troops toured out of transports and charged up the beach. I didn’t envy them. I remembered my brief time fighting on the front line in Romania, not a nice place to be if you have artillery shells firing over your head and are knee deep in mud.

“We’ll be having bacon for breakfast tomorrow,” Vinners muttered under his breath.
The squadron turned sharply left and continued its journey across the Atlantic. For a while everything was quiet, most pilots more nervous and anxious than scared.
Necrosis’ voice sharply cut through the silence. “Right boys, this is it. You’re heading off the American attack on Manitoba but in order to maximise damage, we’re going kamikaze. Just remember to eject before it is too late, unlike poor Horice” We all sat there thinking about the fate of our glorious colleague, still burnt in our minds and a reminder that this line of work can be dangerous.

As we approached I carefully glanced around for flak cannons that could take me down, but all ammunition and firepower was concentrated on the battle. PEACE forces were making a last ditch attempt to hold off American hordes from entering the town. A seething mass of tanks, half tracks and commandeered transports lay in the path of EDEN reclaiming this important Canadian province. As the convoy surged forwards and opened fire, obliterating everything in its path, we fell into formation with the rest of the PEACE airborne units and began the strike. Heart pounding and adrenaline pumping around my body I locked onto a target of an artillery piece that was rapidly firing a barrage of shells and released the bombs. As they plummeted to the earth below the plane became incredibly light and it was easy for me to pull up and circle for another attack.

Suddenly all hell broke loose as the skies filled with fire and rained death. The EDEN mobile corps had arrived. My wing caught fire and I only managed to jettison from the aircraft before it was engulfed in a fireball. I crashed into the ground at a remarkable speed and smacked face first into the mud. My ankle was twisted the wrong way and as I looked up the shadow of an American soldier loomed over me. He raised his rifle and brought it crashing down on me, rendering me unconscious.

Next thing I knew I was in a rather large amount of pain in a makeshift tent hospital. It was one of dozens that had sprung up across the debris field that had the night before been the scene of intense fighting, and were utilising the resources of the local hospital. It seemed we had won after all, which was a nice thing to hear. I certainly didn’t want any more of the American treatment thank you very much. I had contact with the rest of my squadron later in the day, it seemed the ones who hadn’t crashed had been involved in a fierce air battle with the EDEN mobile corps, but that’s a story for another day.

You may also be pleased to know we took northjellyland off the Swedes as well. I read it in the morning paper whilst enjoying my nice fry up, complete with bacon and sausages. Looks like this war with Sweden could only just be beginning. Anyway, must dash, we’ve been summoned back to headquarters.

Until next time my fine British friends,
IndieKid, Royal Paratrooper Regiment