Flight World War II
Lieutenant Nigel Sheffield – Robbie Kay
Emily Murphy – Gatlin Green
Wardaddy – Brad Pitt
Boyd 'Bible' Swan – Shia LeBeouf
Norman Ellison – Logan Lerman
Grady Travis – Jon Bernthal
Gordo Garcia – Michael Pena
Chapter 1
It was the height of World War 2 and the German forces had taken the northern region of France. Lieutenant Nigel Sheffield was a 20 year old radio engineer for the Royal British Air Forces Bravo Company.
Nigel and his regimen where stationed just north of Vichy outside of a small village. He had just started his shift in the radio communications center when he received a transmission alerting them of an airborne assault that was heading their way. He threw off his headset and burst through the door.
"Sergeant! Sergeant!" He shouted to his commanding officer, but before he could relay the message he heard the roar of planes overhead right before the ground around him was peppered with bullets. He ran for safety, but landed face first in the mud, a terrible pain raced up and down his right leg. Crying out in pain, he dragged himself towards the treeline, through the mud, blood and over dead and dying comrades!
Once he was under the cover of the trees and out of the range of fire, he examined his leg, a bullet ripped through his thigh. He tore his belt from his waist and wrapped it tightly above the wound, slowing blood flow. He had no pain killers so he grit his teeth and settled against a tree to wait out the attack.
It seemed like hours had passed since he'd crawled into the underbrush, but he waited, he wasn't going to chance a troop of German soldiers coming into camp and finishing off what the planes didn't.
As the time passed, the edges of his vision became blurrier and blurrier, he was fatigued, in the worst pain of his entire life and was losing far too much blood. He must have finally passed out because when he opened his eyes again, it was dark and quiet. His hand went out in search of something, anything and when he closed his fist it was around the edge of a thick soft quilt. 'Wait, what!?' His mind almost screamed at him. "I must be dreaming!" He mumbled to himself trying to sit up, only to fall back to the soft mattress with a loud moan as pain shot up his leg. That's when it hit him, the air attack, that's it, he wasn't dreaming, he was dead!
Suddenly he heard the shuffle of feet before the small light of a lamp lit up the room he was in. "Ah, I see sleepin' beauty finally awakens!" A female Irish voice replied from the darkness behind the lamp.
"How are you? Where am I?" He asked, voice still groggy from sleep as he tried once more to sit up in the bed, only to fail miserably again.
"My name is Emily, and your safe here!" She replied.