Chapter 2, Conflicting Rage
The battle has started... "This is Alpha one niner, moving to intercept the enemy. ETA 3 minutes." Flak starts to blossom, very large, black clouds of death. They puff large spheres, throwing shrapnel at our aircraft. "Bravo five, move to engage. Flak guns at 4 o'clock low". "Rodger that, Alpha one niner. Move to engage.". The wingman turns inverse, manuvering towards the base itself. I pull a hard right, firing a Maverick missile at a Soviet tank. Pulling the throttles back, I line up for a bombing run on their radar installation. I let loose my stick of bombs on the site, watching the radar explode into a ball of fire. Turning upward, the flak explodes around me, vibrating the aircraft violently. It begins to shake worse, and the controls are useless. More flak blooms around the crippled Harrier, with shrapnel from the black clouds piercing the aircraft's thin skin. "Bravo, I'm hit! She's coming apart! I... I can't control it! OH *HIT! EJECT EJECT EJECT!" As I pull the eject lever between my knees, the canopy blows off. The ejection seat rockets me out of the aircraft, still flying almost vertical. A flak cloud bursts near it, causing the crippled Harrier to explode in a tremendous ball of fire. I look downward, watching the Soviet flak guns attack my wingman. Huge balls of flak blow up around him, thundering loudly with their explosions. As I fall, some Russian soldiers take notice of me, and start to fire up towards my descending form. I pull out my .45 caliber pistol, and return fire at them. Landing in a cluster of trees, the Russian soldiers cease to fire, and demand that I surrender. My only response is pistol fire from the treetop. I run out of ammunition after a minute. Swearing under my breath, I unstrap myself from the ejection seat. I begin to climb off of the branch that holds it. Suddenly, the branch breaks, sending me down towards the bottom of the 20 foot tree. I land with a large thump, knocked unconsious...
The Russian soldiers walk over to my still form. One pokes me with a sharp stick. The pain causes me to awaken. Rolling over, I look at the two soldiers standing before me. The taller one spoke with a thick Russian accent. "Surrender to us now, and you shall live in our Socialist paradise.". "Go to hell, you Communist sonofabitch." I reply. They bash my head with their wooden rifle stocks, finally shooting me in the face. My body jerks violently for a moment, then lies limp. The taller Russian spits on me, and they both walk off laughing...
The battle has started... "This is Alpha one niner, moving to intercept the enemy. ETA 3 minutes." Flak starts to blossom, very large, black clouds of death. They puff large spheres, throwing shrapnel at our aircraft. "Bravo five, move to engage. Flak guns at 4 o'clock low". "Rodger that, Alpha one niner. Move to engage.". The wingman turns inverse, manuvering towards the base itself. I pull a hard right, firing a Maverick missile at a Soviet tank. Pulling the throttles back, I line up for a bombing run on their radar installation. I let loose my stick of bombs on the site, watching the radar explode into a ball of fire. Turning upward, the flak explodes around me, vibrating the aircraft violently. It begins to shake worse, and the controls are useless. More flak blooms around the crippled Harrier, with shrapnel from the black clouds piercing the aircraft's thin skin. "Bravo, I'm hit! She's coming apart! I... I can't control it! OH *HIT! EJECT EJECT EJECT!" As I pull the eject lever between my knees, the canopy blows off. The ejection seat rockets me out of the aircraft, still flying almost vertical. A flak cloud bursts near it, causing the crippled Harrier to explode in a tremendous ball of fire. I look downward, watching the Soviet flak guns attack my wingman. Huge balls of flak blow up around him, thundering loudly with their explosions. As I fall, some Russian soldiers take notice of me, and start to fire up towards my descending form. I pull out my .45 caliber pistol, and return fire at them. Landing in a cluster of trees, the Russian soldiers cease to fire, and demand that I surrender. My only response is pistol fire from the treetop. I run out of ammunition after a minute. Swearing under my breath, I unstrap myself from the ejection seat. I begin to climb off of the branch that holds it. Suddenly, the branch breaks, sending me down towards the bottom of the 20 foot tree. I land with a large thump, knocked unconsious...
The Russian soldiers walk over to my still form. One pokes me with a sharp stick. The pain causes me to awaken. Rolling over, I look at the two soldiers standing before me. The taller one spoke with a thick Russian accent. "Surrender to us now, and you shall live in our Socialist paradise.". "Go to hell, you Communist sonofabitch." I reply. They bash my head with their wooden rifle stocks, finally shooting me in the face. My body jerks violently for a moment, then lies limp. The taller Russian spits on me, and they both walk off laughing...
