That night Gumball couldn't find the comfort of sleep and spent the entire night awake thinking of what fate had waiting for him in the Pacific. Worry flooded his mind, he'd heard of how fierce Japanese soldiers were, the whole fight to the death kind of thing didn't exactly ease Gumballs nerves.
"Yep you guessed it shit heads it's me rise and shine" hollered the all to familiar voice of sergeant.
Gumball was surprised that the sarge was waking them up so early. He checked his wrist watch, 3:30 it read.
Men grumbled as they rolled out of their bunks and got dressed for take off. Gumball got off of his top bunk and put on his flight suit hesitantly. He wasn't exactly sure whether or not he was supposed to be taking off with his squadron since he was supposed to leave for the Pacific in just under three hours.
"Watterson what the hell are you laligagging for" yelled the sergeant still standing at the door way "the war isn't going to wait on you"
"Well I guess I'm going then" Gumball mumbled to himself
Later in the briefing room...
"Alright gentlemen orders arrived thirty minutes ago that we are launching a full scale air assault on defenses in France. We are going to be joined by every single bomber and fighter squadron in the UK, now it is very possible that many of you won't make it back alive, the Germans will throw everything they have at us. We leave immediately so get in your planes...dismissed!" The captain finished his monologue and stepped down from the podium.
The briefing room was silent, the usual cheers of excitement were absent leaving a deathly empty feel in the room. The silence was broken when Gumball rose from his chair causing it to make a scratching noise as scraped against the floor. The aviators around him soon followed suit and rose from there chairs to exit the briefing room.
"Hey Gumball wait up" called a familiar voice
Gumball looked back to see Jeff jogging towards him.
"What is it jeff" asked Gumball noticing his worried expression.
"Look I know we haven't really known each other that long but I still see you as a good friend and a guy I can trust" he said
"What are you getting at?" Asked Gumball
He unbuttoned his breast pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper.
"I want you to mail these back to my folks in case I don't make it back" he said handing the paper over to Gumball.
Gumball shook his head "don't say that, you'll get to mail it back yourself"
Jeff sighed and looked off into the distance "god knows I want to come back alive, but I have a bad feeling about this mission. So please Gumball take the letter"
"Ok, fine I will but I'm giving it right back when we land" agreed Gumball taking the letter.
"Thanks Gumball" said Jeff smiling "now let's get to our planes"
Together they made their way to the runway where their planes were waiting. Gumball hopped inside of his mustang fighter plane and started the engine all around him plane engines roared to life. He unzipped his side jacket pocket and pulled out the photo of his family he kept with him on his flights. He smiled at the photo, he missed the old days before the war the days when he went to Elmore junior high and the biggest thing he had to worry about was his algebra homework.
Gumballs thoughts were interrupted by the yelling of the sergeant over the intercom.
"Alright jerkoffs let's take off" sergeant yelled
Gumball waited for the plane in front of him to accelerate before he pushed forward on his throttle to take off. He was nearing the end of the runway when he pulled back on the stick making his plane ascend over the tops of the trees at the end of the runway. He then banked left to fall into formation with the rest of his squadron.
"Alright boys this is it, cut the chatter until we meet with the main fighting force over France" ordered Sarge
Gumball sighed and clicked off his intercom, now it was just him and his thoughts alone in the cockpit. They had been flying for approximately ten minutes when Gumball realized he hadn't seen Darwin at all that morning. He wasn't surprised that Darwin didn't want to talk to him, especially after going against his promise. He looked too his right and down, which was Darwin's position in the formation. Gumball saw Darwin flying his plane with determined confidence. Gumball frowned and felt frustrated, not because of Darwin but because of himself. Darwin was pretty much a brother to him and he had let him down, Gumball was determined to uphold his promise to Darwin.
Thirty minutes later over France...
Gumball turned on his com when he spotted aircraft heading towards them at two o'clock high.
"Hey sarge aircraft two o'clock high, I don't think they're friendlies" reported gumball
"You sure?" Questioned Jeff "that's the only large group of planes in the sky, maybe we missed the mission and now we're catching them on the way back"
Jeff had a point, there was easily two thousand aircraft that were in the sky above them which seemed to be about the number of planes they had to meet up with.
"No, guys look eight o'clock high, those are our guys" said the pilot in front of Gumball
He was right the planes at eight o'clock had clear allied markings on them and they were flying the correct course.
"What do we do sarge" Gumball asked anxiously.
"We have to go warn our guys that we have company" he answered. "Watterson your up again go to the lead bomber and let them know we have company, we'll fall into formation with the rest of the fighters"
"Yes sir" said Gumball pulling back on his stick to ascend to the lead bomber.
He leveled off at the cockpit window of the bomber and tagged his wings to get their attention. When the pilot looked over at him Gumball tapped his com and flashed two fingers to tell him to switch his com to channel two.
"What is it fly boy" he said with a gruff voice
"We got company at two o'clock, and lots of it" he replied
"Sweet Jesus" he exclaimed finally noticing the enemy planes "Tansy get on the radio and let the rest of the planes know we have bogeys at three o'clock"
Gumball banked left into formation and waited for further orders. It didn't take long before the same gruff voice of the lead bombers voice to come over the radio.
"All fighter planes break off and attack hostile planes"
Gumball took a deep breath before breaking with the rest of the fighters. It took a minute before the Germans were clearly aware of their presence and started firing at them. Gumball lined up his sights on the cockpit of a bomber and pressed on the trigger firing round after round into the bomber.
The bomber buckled and started to plummet towards the ground. Gumball banked right and began to fire at a fighter who was chasing a mustang fighter around the bombers.
"No one fucks with my friends" yelled Gumball firing at the enemy plane.
The engine on the enemy plane erupted in flames and the pilot bailed out. He didn't make it far enough from his plane before it blew up engulfing the pilot in the flames.
"Holy shit, if I'll be damned it's Gumball" replied the pilot from the plane he had just saved.
Gumball recognized the voice and was pleasantly surprised.
"Tobias?" Gumball said
"Damn right brotha now let's finish this job" replied Tobias
Gumball couldn't help but laugh "alright let's get these Jerries"
Together they double teamed bombers and trapped enemy fighters downing at least twenty planes together. Everything was going smoothly until Gumball spotted a vulnerable bomber above him.
Gumball ascended and banked left to fire at the underside of a bomber. The tail fell off the bomber as Gumball peppered the plane with bullets. The tail was falling straight for Gumball.
"Shit" yelled Gumball trying to get out of the way.
The tail spiraled out of control slamming into the side of Gumballs plane smashing his canopy open and taking his right wing completely off.
Gumball was jarred by the collision and it took a minute to realize what was happening. He needed to bail out before it was to late, already he was beginning to become dizzy from the planes spiraling.
He unclasped his harness and pushed the metal frame of his canopy open. He flew out of his cock pit and was spinning and twirling out of control in the sky. Gumball fought to steady himself or else his parachute wouldn't open properly and he would plummet to his death.
"Shit shit shit" yelled Gumball as he plummeted down from the heavens.
He knew he had to pull the parachute soon or else the force of the pull would rip him in half, however he still hadn't stopped his flailing.
"God please don't fail me now" prayed Gumball as he flailed about
He yanked the cord to open the parachute. At first he felt nothing and thought that the parachute had failed on him. Then he felt a sharp tug at his groin area as the parachute opened and Gumball floated safely towards the ground.
The sounds of battle were faint over head which made Gumball wonder how close he was to the ground. He looked down to see that the ground couldn't have been more than seventy five feet below him.
Realization hit Gumball like a ton of bricks, he was going to be stuck in Nazi Europe with no food, no help, and no weapons.
Well shit, this isn't good, Gumball thought.
well there you have it guys the next chapter, I think I've set the record for longest wait on next chapter for this website and hopefully there are no more ridiculously long waits like this one. But any ways I hope you guys enjoyed and please review. :)