"Stukas, ten o' clock!"
I dropped altitude, inverting to get a good view of the Ju-87s. There were five of them flying in Delta formation. I waited until the Stukas noticed my teammates before pulling up again. They broke formation and attacked my team. I reached full vertical, shot one of them down, twisted and landed on top of another. I knocked him out before he could turn his turret toward me and jumped off taking flight. I was too late.
I saw one of my friends explode as another Stuka flew under him. I froze. I couldn't move as I watched the burning wreckage of someone I spent years training with drift to the ground below. I felt thirteen bullets pierce my wings and tail with one going through my flank. I didn't care. I let myself fall. I heard the wind rushing past, the sound of fighting in the background, and the Stuka's siren as it dives. I hit the ground and everything went black.